One Direction High

Chapter 11

REMINDER: Don't forget to smile today beautiful! :-)

"Remember our deal."

My head swung up into the air, and I looked around. Who said that? Looking down upon myself, I saw the bare skin in front of me, and immediately turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. I was naked, my forehead burned like hell and when I tried to remember why, it was a complete blank. I threw myself off the bed and covered myself with the blanket. Fuck, I was complete mess. There was a pile of clothes on the floor, and I didn't remember why it was there. Hell, I didn't remember anything! I began to walk to the bathroom to wash myself up when I stumbled across something. Trying to regain balance so I wouldn't trip, I looked down and I had to use all my will power to keep myself from screaming.

"What the..." I mumbled staring at what was laying down in the ground. Great, now there's another story to add along the things I'm trying to figure out right now! Why can't I remember anything, why was I naked in bed and why is there a naked Harry Styles lying down on my bedroom floor!

I lightly kicked Harry in the arm and he grumbled slowly opening his eyes. "Whaa?"

"Don't whaaa me Harry, what the hell is going on?!" I demanded.

"Good morning to you too..." He sighed, standing up.

"Answer my question!" I hissed throwing him a large shirt and jeans from my closet.

"Okay, I know you're probably really confused right now and--" Harry began.

"Confused?! No Harry, I'm more than confused. I'm in complete shock right now and I can barely breathe!" I hissed, smashing my fists on the mattress.

"If you just let me explain then maybe we can do something about this!"

I sighed. "ABOUT WHAT?!"

"Something happened last night that might've put my job and your chances of staying here on the line."

"Harry you've got to tell me!" I begged.

"You don't remember anything do you?"

I shook my head. "Nothing, it's all blank."

Harry smirked. "I told you shouldn't have had all that beer and wine."

"Wait, WHAT?! I got drunk?!" I gasped, clasping my hands over my mouth. "Is that why I can't remember anything?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Then why do you remember what happened?" I asked. "You're not the kind of guy that would pass up a drinking opportunity."

"Seriously?" Harry scoffed. "I thought your mom taught you not to judge a book by its cover."

"She did, and what does that have to do with anything?"

"Yes, I did drink a lot, more than usual but honestly not a big drinker. So my actions were way beyond my control, but I still remember them. YOU however..." Harry muttered.

My eyes widened, "HOW MUCH DID I DRINK?!"

"Enough to make you puke all over the floors and grind on a bunch of strangers."

"What the actual fuck?!" I gasped, not believing any of this. "Harry, I've never drank in my life, how am I suppose to believe this?"

"How should I know?" Harry shot frustratingly but calmed down. "Okay what's the last thing you remember from yesterday?"

"Um..." I said. "I remember you inviting me to a get together and... I broke up with Nathan."

"Dang, we you drunk." Harry said. "And before I tell you the story you should know that the entire school is trashed and if we don't get it spotless in three days we're dead."