My Last Breath

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Aubree's POV

My head.

My fucking head is killing me.

I slowly sat up, instantly regretting it as blood rushed to my head in an instant. I blinked a few times, patiently waiting for the frenzy swirling around my head to cease. My minds a bit fuzzy on what occurred last night; though I know enough to realize what happened was probably a mistake.

I remember Ashton kissing me, and drinking with Sam, and..

Foggy memories of kissing Harry.

I'd hate to admit it, but I cant deny that I didn't like it. I was intoxicated and had no control over my actions, I definitely had a boost of confidence and would've never been able to do something like that sober.

The way Harry's lips moved against mine, and the tingly feeling that coursed through my body as he touched me. His fingers felt like fire against my skin, touching every last bit of my body, teasing me senseless. I remember his jealousy, even though he refused to admit it. The way his green eyes blazed through mine, intoxicating me even further. I don't like Harry.. I'm sure of it. This was all a mistake and I'm sure he regretted it to.

Yes, I definitely regret it, for only one reason. Because I know today, when I come face to face with Harry, he'll humiliate me. He'll either say I kissed terrible or he might not even bring it up at all, like it meant absolutely nothing to him. I'm not prepared for that, to hear those simple three words spill from his mouth, because even though I don't like Harry, I know those words will hurt me.

"It meant nothing."

I still can't process why I kissed him back, it just felt right. Like if I didn't, he'd get mad at me. I wanted to kiss him back, I did, but I knew it would be a mistake to do so.

Finally, I stood up, glancing around the room. The bed was pushed against the cream colored wall, straight down the middle taking up about half the room to walk. Next to it, there was a dresser pushed against the wall, clothes scattered across the floor, making it hard to walk. Band posters filled the walls, adding a colorful touch to the dull paint splattered across the room.

I placed my sweaty palm around the cold knob, slowly twisting it, hoping for no creak, giving away my presence.

My heart almost leaped from my chest, a small yelp escaping my lips as I took a step back.

"You're awake." Ashton smiled, leaning against the door frame. My heart pounded against my chest, my breath coming out in small pants. "You fucking scared the shit out of me." I laughed lightly.

He smirked, small dimples evident in his cheeks. "Sorry about that, you hungry?" he gestured towards the kitchen. I thought for a second, nodding my head and following close behind.

I'm still curious to why I'm here, I'll have to ask him while eating. I hope he doesn't bring up the whole kissing incident, honestly I don't feel like talking about it, it was a mistake.

"I made eggs, grits and bacon." he smiled awkwardly. I nodded taking a seat at the table. He passed me my plate, sliding into his chair across from me.

"What happened after I uh, got drunk." I looked down at my food, waiting for his answer.

He chuckled, grabbing a piece of bacon and chewing on it. "Well," he swallowed. "You and Sam got pretty wasted and you had no way home. Sam had her boyfriend take her, and you were on the couch so I just took you here."

"Oh," I blinked, "What about my car?"

"I'll take you to get it," he smiled sweetly and for a moment I almost wanted forgived him for randomly kissing me. Almost.