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A delicious smell floating in the air and making my stomach grumble is what wakes me up suddenly. My heavy eyelids flutter open, my vision blurry for a slight moment until I take notice of the tray filled with food next to my makeup chair. Confused, I stare at it for a while, wondering why the hell there's breakfast in my room right now, and where are the girls anyway?

Wait. Breakfast? In my room?

I glance at my clock and my eyes almost pop out of my skull as I realize it's two in the afternoon. "Shit!" I hiss, sitting up in bed but my head starts to suddenly spin and pain shots in my brain. Groaning, I rub my temples to try to sooth the ache, but by the --oh, so delicious-- taste of alcohol in my breath, I know that I'm hungover. Memories of last night flash in mind, becoming more blurry after I remember taking my forth glass of whiskey. I try to leave my bed, but something wrapped around my thighs stops me and I glance down to see Harry sleeping peacefully by my side, his hair sprawled messily on his pillow and his jaw dropping open as light snores emit from him. "Harry!" I whisper, pocking his bare shoulder. I notice I'm still wearing yesterday's dress, but he kindly took off my shoes and socks for me. I remind myself to thank him later, but he has to wake up first. Lindsey is going to be so mad.

Shit, Lindsey! I completely forgot about the lessons and I missed it this morning. Lets correct my earlier statement; Lindsey is going to be so mad and kill me.

"Harry, wake up!" I lightly slap his arm and he groans tiredly, his eyes opening slowly.

"G'back to sleep. M'tired." He grumbles and I try to ignore his way too sexy morning voice as I wiggle myself out of his grip. He obviously has other ideas and only tightens his arm around my thighs.

"Harry, it's two in the afternoon!" I hiss, glaring down at him while he keeps his eyes closed, nuzzling his face in my thigh.

"And your point is?" I hear him mutter and I once again slap his arm.

"I missed the lessons!"

"Too bad. Now go back to sleep." I sigh exasperatedly, my heart wanting nothing more than to stay in bed with him while my head keeps reminding me that I have responsibilities and rules to follow as a selected. My head also hurts pretty much right now too, but I know that it's not appropriate for me to stay in bed all day. It's completely disrespectful towards Lindsey and the other girls, not to forget the Royal couple since I also missed lunch.

"Harry, I'm serious, please let me go." I sigh, ruffling his hair a bit and he lets out a low groan before finally moving his arm away. Thanking him with a quick kiss on the cheek, I stumble out of bed and spot the pile of clothes Adeline, Laura and Zoe left for me as usual. A shot of guilt suddenly hits me, I've been away for a week and I haven't taken the time to see them now that I was back. Worst of all, they once again caught me sleeping with Harry, yet didn't woke us up or anything. I have to thank them for being so wonderful, and I also miss them too. They're my friends now.

With my head still pounding in my skull, I hastily make way over to the bathroom and take a quick shower, sighing of relief once the hot water wakes up my tired body and soothes my aching head. A warm shower is always good for bad hangovers.

Leaving the bathroom, I glance at my bed to see Harry still fast asleep, holding my pillow as if it were me and the sight makes me smile. Once I feel my stomach grumble, I'm reminded that I haven't eaten yet and look through the tray of food. I chuckle when I see the two glasses of water with a bottle of painkillers, mentally thanking the girls for that too. I don't know how they knew we were drunk, but I'm not complaining at all. I swallow the pills before choosing a banana muffin and a bottle of orange juice, eating them as I style my still wet hair into a side braid. I apply a bit of blush on my face --to hide my sick hangover look-- and a bit of mascara just like Zoe showed me. I watch myself in the mirror, proud of my simple, yet elegant look and the makeup that I successfully managed not to smudge while applying it. Zoe would be proud of me too.