Trust

Chapter 9

*Bailey's POV*

A wave of nausea rushed over me like an unwanted tsunami, bashing at a glass building, that being my head. I had a massive head ache. Something was restricting my movements as I rolled over. The sheet were bugging me, the light peaking in from the windows worsened my head ache, and I really felt like I had to puke. My body just felt sore and icky, mostly from my stomach always down my legs. I barely even remember the events from yesterday. Hopefully I have pictures on my phone.

I had rolled over to my previous position on the bed, barely opening my eyes, to let in as little light possible. On the night stand was my iPhone, as soon as I reached for it I gagged. I quickly pushed everything off me and rushed to my bathroom. Everything was spinning and a bit blurry as I darted, nothing looked like my room. None the less, I kneeled down in front of the toilet and purged my insides. I hate this feeling, it's so disgusting. Just the sight of it maked me barf more.

My hair was held behind my head, Destiny is always here for me. She's such a good friend. Once the vile, fountain of my acidic vomit had come to a stop, I was handed tissues to wipe my mouth and teary eyes. Right as I turned around, I feel more come up and quickly hurled in the toilet.

My throat was burning and my mouth tasted awful. The head ache wasn't getting any better either, in fact, the force from puking made it worse. I laid down on the cold bathroom floor, curled up in a ball. Foot steps made their way back to the bathroom and it was Harry. What's he doing here? He carried me to the bed and handed me a cup of water and Advil. I gladly took it. The icey water soothed my aching throat. I laid there on the bed as Harry held me in his strong, tattooed arms and he stroked my hair calmingly. I felt somewhat better after a while, well enough to where I could actually open my eyes and look at my phone.

13 missed calls.

6 voice mails.

36 messages.

Who the fuck would blow up my phone this much and why? Was I ignoring someone last night? I unlocked my phone and went through all the messages and voice mails. Some messages were asking who was the hot guy I took to the party. Then there were messages asking where I'm at and why am I not home. A majority from Destiny. Oh my god. I sent bra pics to Destiny... and Andrew. Fuck. One, why did I send them those. LIKE DESTINY OF ALL PEOPLE?! WTF MAN. Two, I don't remember anything after arriving at the house party.

I realized I was only in a bra and underwear. Yeah, that's perfectly normal, but the fact that Harry was also half naked somewhat turned me on, yet scared the crap out of me. I sat up and quickly looked around, a confused look frozen on Harry's face. My eyes trailed down his neck and body. Hickies covered his neck and collar bones. An open condom was on top of Harry's night stand. Then it hit me. I had sex with Harry the night before. But that doesn't explain why I forgot everything that happened? Unless...

"Harry? Did I get drunk last night???"

"Yeah, you were wasted."

"I HAD SEX WITH YOU WHILE WE WERE DRUNK?!"