Release Date: 14th July 2014
My eyes flutter awake, taking me only a few seconds to remember my surroundings. My head aches as if a hot wire has been placed against it, my stomach twisting and turning like the knots in a rope. I immediately regret drinking last night as I sit up, my head twirling with dizziness. I regret alot of things from last night. Alcohol. Playing the dare game. The kiss. Harry Styles.
The realisation of me being in Harry's apartment hits again, a shiver running down my spin. What am I doing here? Gazing down at my body, I see his black T-shirt clinging to my torso with sweat. I most have been really drunk when I came here with him, drunker than I thought I was. What was I thinking? He is an ex-convect for crying out loud.
My pounding heart exiles it's usual limit and I feel , all at once , unsave. Who knows what he would do to me. What he will do to me. He offered to keep me here because I lost my key, but was there more to the story than generousity? But then again, if he was going to do anything then he would have done it by now. This is no way he will try something now when I am conscious and fully clothed. Peeking down again, I know that is a lie. I have to get out of here.
Kicking the blankets from my already-too-hot body, I jump up, gripping the arm of the couch for support as the room spins around me. I am not use to drinking and I am definitely not use to drinking the amount of alcohol that I had consumed last night. What was I thinking? Bringing the T-shirt over my head and discarding it to the side, I slip into my now damp dress that I wore the night before. It itches my skin as I walk, tip-toeing towards the door.
All of a sudden I catch my reflection in the mirror flanking the door, frowning. My make-up must have taken up a life of it's own, smearing across my face and running down my cheeks. I look like I have been crying heavily. My hair is saturated with water, the waves from last night have completely vanished. I remind my self of a drown rat and laugh a little. Harry's open plan engulfs me from behind. Pizza boxes and underwear still lay on the floor, and a small amount of light creeps in from the crack in the curtains. Yet, even though the room states that it belongs to a college guy, it appears sad and lonely. It's dark and the damp oder still lingers around me. I guess the room represents the person Harry really is.
Opening the door, I meander out of the apartment, shutting out Harry Styles as I close the door behind me. Then there is complete silence. Nothing moves or cries out. Nothing murmurs or curses. Everthing is so quiet. Usually, you would expect to hear some noise within a block of apartments, like a humming from tanks or buzzing of electricity. But nothing sounded out now. it scares me to the point that I don't know what whether everything is okay.
Retrieving my phone from the pocket of my dress, I glance down, expecting to see what time it is. Nothing shows. I don't remember turning off my phone last night. I don't remember a lot of things, but I do recall throwing my phone down when Harry came back from his room. Then it hits me like a tone of bricks. What if Harry turned off my phone? But why would he do that? Maybe he was planning for something to happen. Shuttering uncontrollably from the mixture of fear and the icy atmosphere, I switch on my phone and acknowledge the time to be 6:01 A.M....and I have ten miss calls from Liam. Holy Shit! I never get up this early, but I am thankful that I did, knowing all too well that this mornings encounter with Harry would have been awkward. Sighing, I haul my feebly from alcohol body up three flights of stairs in the hope that God will have mercy and kill me.
I gasp for air as I push my body further, reaching the final step to my distination. I feel like I can sing for achieving those monumental flights without fainting from exhaustion. I dally through the corridor, looking for apartment 345, which is mine. I still haven't gotten use to where I live yet, so it is such a relief when I find the flat at the end of the corridor. I prepare to bang against the large, oak door, knowing that both Bianca and Liam are heavy sleepers and probably won't here me. Intaking air and clutching the doorknob, I tap once before accidentially twisting the handle and stumbling through the threshold, managing to stay on my feet.
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