Remembering To Forget (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter Nineteen

Kendall’s POV:

     The next morning, I woke up with a slight headache. But that’s not what freaked me out. It was the fact that I was in only my underwear – which was actually my bikini – and that a naked Harry was sleeping next to me. My eyes widened in realization. The bonfire, getting drunk, Harry kissing me, and then we were on the bed – both without clothes. Oh my God. Did Harry and I...? Oh my freaking God, we did. I just lost my V-card to Harry freaking Styles. My best friend since birth. My ex-boyfriend. My... Oh my God. I can’t even think straight right now.

     Quickly, yet carefully, I got out of the bed, making sure that I didn’t wake up Harry in the process. I saw my clothes from last night, and quickly put on my shorts and top. Right when I was about to leave the room, Harry stopped me. Thankfully, he had worn his boxers and a white tee. “Leaving so soon?” he asked, a slight smirk on his face.

     I turned around and stared at him nervously. Finally, I managed to say, “Harry, last night was a... A mistake,” I said in a shaky voice.

     Harry’s smirk faltered. “W-What?” he stammered.

     I shook my head, and I could feel tears brimming my eyes. “We were both drunk. It... It didn’t mean anything. I’m sorry.”

     Then, without letting him say anything, I left his room and shut the door behind me. Though, I wish I hadn’t turned around to take one last glance at him because I saw the hurt look on his face. I quickly went over to the room Chanel and I shared, and knocked on the door. Then, a very sleepy looking Zayn opened it. Thankfully, he was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. When he saw my face, his eyes widened slightly. “Ken, what’s wrong?”

     I shook my head and sniffled. “If it’s alright with you, Zayn, I’d like to talk to Chanel,” I said in a wobbly voice.

     He nodded. “Sure. I’ll be in my room,” he said, walking down the hallway.

     I walked into the room and closed the door behind me. Chanel was already dressed and when she saw me, a worried look came on to her face. “Kendall, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

     Immediately, I burst into tears. Chanel shot up from her bed, pulled me into a hug, and sat me down on the bed. “Shh,” she soothed. “C’mon, tell me what happened,” she said in a gentle voice.

     And so I did. I told her how Harry and I were so drunk, and what we did because of it. Chanel knew it was my first time, so that’s why I was crying over it. She even got a little angry at Harry for it. “It’s not his fault, really,” I said, wiping some stray tears away. “Both of us were drunk. We didn’t know what we were doing.”

     “But still,” Chanel said, running a hand through her blonde hair.

     I shook my head. “I just... Don’t know where it leaves me and Harry.”

     She nodded, understanding. “I’m sorry, babes,” she said sympathetically. “We’re all going down for the breakfast buffet, wanna come?”