The Meet and Greet: Harry Styles

Chapter 13

This chapter really shows Harry's sensitive side I think.  I hope everyone enjoys it!! Also I said I would wrap this story up pretty soon and I am not sure anymore, it really depends on what new ideas I get and how they fit with this story or if just to end it soon and make a sequel with new ideas.  I will let everyone know once I decide but for now enjoy the new chapter!!! :D

I never was much of a drinker, mainly because I wasn’t old enough in the states but also because I didn’t really like the taste of it.  Harry on the other hand loved his alcohol a bit too much; he was already done with his first beer of what is going to be a very long night.

“Come on babe loosen up and have some” he told me already starting to slur his words.

“Harry, I really don’t like beer” I said giggling at how silly he was acting.

He didn’t take no for an answer though and insisted on buying me a fruity alcoholic drink.  I had to admit it tasted really good.  Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

I lost count after my third drink and Harry has had at least a couple beers and one of whatever I am having.

We were laughing at nothing and acting like complete idiots; I felt free and exhilarated, like I could do anything.  In reality I couldn’t even stand straight, and neither could Harry.  We got a cab back to the hotel and somehow managed to get back to our room in one piece.

“Hey babe, come here” he said completely drunk.

I staggered over to him and our lips crashed onto each other’s.  Somehow we made it to the bed and continued to majorly snog, our lips moved perfectly together and our hands explored each other’s bodies.  We were like that for a while until everything went black.

The next day

Harry’s POV

I slowly sat up and immediately my head started pounding.  I looked around and saw the sheets were all messed up and Callie was laying facedown next to me, sound asleep.

I carefully got out of bed and could feel my headache get worse; how much did I have to drink last night?  Now that I think about it the whole night was a blur, I remember eating a nice dinner and then going to a bar and that was about it.

I went to the suitcases to get something to take for the hangover I was experiencing when I heard Callie start to stir in bed.  I shouldn’t have let her have drunk so much, since she has never really drank before.  Why am I such an idiot?

Callie’s POV

I woke up feeling absolutely terrible, my head hurt as well as my throat and my entire body was aching.  My head was the worse though it felt like it had a pulse because I could literally feel it pounding. 

Right as I started to think about how sick I felt I bolted up out of bed and ran to the bathroom.  Let’s just say this wasn’t pretty, I fell to the floor barely making it to the toilet.  I am never drinking again… at least not as much as I did last night.

I felt so sick, I was burning up but cold at the same time and I was all clammy.  “Harry” I called hoarsely.  Although it was unnecessary because he was already at my side, I guess I hadn’t noticed he was there.

“Here drink this” he said handing me a cold glass of water.

I gladly took it and chugged it down.  I was finally done getting sick but I didn’t want to move, I didn’t think I could bring myself to standing so I just leaned against Harry. 

“I think you should go back to bed love” he told me while stroking his hands through my hair.

“I… I don’t think… I can get…up” I stuttered shaking a little.  He nodded and started to pick me up but I groaned in pain so he stopped.