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"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."
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One Direction High
Fanfiction"Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of losing you." I only transferred to this school because I was promised a good education and promise of a scholarship. No one told me that everything ab...
