kardashian | h.s.

A.M.

i wake up the next morning with a throbbing headache and a feeling of intense nausea. i look around and see that i'm not in my room, i'm in harry's guest room. i go to sit up, but am stopping my my throbbing head. i look at the dresser next to me and see pain pills, a glass of water, and a note. the note reads:

Kaia,
Take these for your hangover. Your clothes are in the washing machine. I'm making breakfast, just come downstairs when you're ready.
-H x

as i read the note, i notice that i'm wearing harry's shirt with only my underwear on underneath it. harry must have changed my clothes before i went to sleep last night, i guess. if it were any other guy, i'd be horribly embarrassed but harry and i have been best friends for almost three years now. don't get me wrong, this is still an embarrassing situation but it's not as bad as it could've been.

i take the pills harry left for me and slowly crawl out of bed, looking at myself in the mirror. oh my god, i look awful. my hair is a big, tangled mess and there's mascara all down my cheeks. i have lipstick smeared across my face and i can taste the liquor on my breath. i brush my teeth in harry's bathroom (i keep a toothbrush here), wash my face and brush my hair. then, i head downstairs.

as i walk into the kitchen, harry smiles at me. "how do you feel?" he asks, nicely. while carrying two plates of waffles to the dining room. "like somebody is constantly flicking my brain every ten seconds and there's little people jumping up and down in my stomach." i mutter. he laughs lightly as he walks back into the kitchen, "do you want something to drink?" he asks me and i tell him i want orange juice. "what a surprise, kaia wants orange juice." he mumbles sarcastically as he grabs it from the refrigerator. "oh shut up, h." i roll my eyes before walking into the dining room and sitting down.

he joins me at the table and hands me my orange juice. "you're the best, h." i say as i take a sip. "so, how bad was i?" i ask after a moment. "well how much do you remember?" he laughs and i explain what i remember, with him interrupting to fill in the pieces. he tells me that justin called me and told me he still loved me, and i told him off for cheating on me with hailey baldwin and that i was completely over "him and his bullshit" as harry told me.

we laugh as he tells me about my drunken antics. "thank you for taking care of me, h. i don't think drinking is for me." i laugh and he does too. "i've got you, always, k. what are best friends for?" suddenly, my phone rings and i grab it from the living room, where i guess harry has plugged it in last night. it read:

incoming call from Momma Kris💓

kaia: "hey, mom."
mom: "hi, kaia. are you at the house?"
kaia: "no, i'm actually at harry's."
mom: "kaia grace, did you and harry-"
kaia: "no, god no! jesus, mom!"
mom: *giggles* "it was just a question! you two are always with each other so i just thought... you know. and you were pretty drunk last night."
kaia: "...you knew?"
mom: "honey, i figure out everything. you should know that by now."
kaia: "i am trouble...?"
mom: "no sweetheart, you don't live with me. i'm not in charge of you. did the paparazzi see you leaving?"
kaia: "um, i don't know. harry, did the paparazzi see us leaving? no, they didn't."
mom: "okay, good. now, darling, i want you to stop by my house at some point before 2, we're filming for the show."
kaia: "got it, mom. am i actually needed for the show?"
mom: "i just want you to make an appearance so everyone knows you're still a part of the family. you haven't been a part of an episode for weeks."
kaia: "yeah, i know, mom."
mom: "so you'll be there?"
kaia: "bible. i'll see you in a little bit. love."
mom: "love."

i hang up the phone and sit back down with harry. "sorry about that, momager checking up on me, as always." harry nods, chuckling as he takes a bite of his waffle. we talk as we eat and do the dishes when we're finished. "when do i need to take you home?" harry asks as we sit down on the couch. "mom wants me back at the house before 2. so we should probably leave here around 1 so i can be there at 1:30." i explain. "wait which house? you and kendall's? or kris's?" i tell him "kris's." and he nods.

it's only 10 so we decide to watch a movie or something before we have to leave. "what do you want to watch?" i ask him. "s'up to you, k." he tells me and i think for a moment. "i have no idea, dude. you know i don't like to pick these types of things." he groans, dramatically before deciding to just put on our favorite show, brooklyn nine-nine. we binge watch it for a while before i tell harry i'm going to take a shower and he mumbles an "okay."

when i get out of the shower, harry has folded my jeans from last night and they were sitting on the bed next to one of his shirts with a note next to them.

You threw up on your shirt last night. I tried to save it, but it was past the point of salvation. I left a clean one of mine for you to wear home. sorry about your shirt, I hope you didn't love it too much.
-H x

i laugh at myself and put my head in my hands momentarily, before getting dressed into the clothes, tucking harry's shirt into my jeans since it's so big on me.

after getting dressed, i walk downstairs where harry is waiting for me. "ready to go?" he asks and i nod. we get into his car and i put music on as he drives. "do you want to stop for coffee?" he asks me and i nod, excitedly. "absolutely. yes please." he laughs as he pulls into our favorite coffee shop. harry parks the car and goes to undo his seatbelt but i stop him. "don't worry about it, i got it. the usual?" i ask as i climb out of his range rover. he nods, smiling. "thank youuuuu!" i jokingly roll my eyes as i shut the door and walk through the few paparazzi that are taking pictures of me walking inside.

i get the coffee and harry and i drive to my moms house. it's 1:27 when we arrive at the house. "thank you so much for driving me and for taking care of me." i kiss his cheek and hug him as much as i can over the center console of the car. i say bye to him now because i know he doesn't want to come in since we're filming. "of course. i'll see you later?" he asks and i nod. "love you, h." i say as i open the car door. "love you, kaia bear." i shut the door and blow him a kiss as i walk towards the front door of my mothers house. he pretends to catch it and pull it towards his chest, making me giggle as he backs out of the driveway.