The Step Brother

Chapter Six

"Fuck." I groan when I hear a door slam shut. The sunlight seeping through the windows temporarily blinds me and makes my head throb even more.

Why do I feel like this?

I sit up as slow as possible, but I still end up feeling like I need to vomit. I groan as the events of last night slowly flood my memory... going with Harry to hang out with his friends, getting drunk and high. God, what a terrible idea.

I try to remove myself from the bed as carefully as I can so I don't lose the contents of stomach. How did I even get here? God, Harry probably thinks I'm ten times more annoying now... I've been told I'm a piece of work while I'm drunk, so I can only imagine what adding getting high to that means.

When I feel a wave of nausea run through me, I pause with me feet dangling off the bed and put my face in my hands. Shit! It's already eight in the morning; there's no way I'm going to be able to get ready and get to school in a half hour. How the hell does Harry do this every single night?

I force myself to fight through the disgusting feeling in my stomach and ache in my head so I can get my ass into gear. When I get stand up, I stumble on my feet before steadying myself. That's when I notice the glass of water and two capsules of Tylenol sitting on my bedside table.

That couldn't have been Harry, could it have been?

I don't have time to think about it, so I swallow the pills and take a big gulp of water, but it only makes me feel more nauseous. Fuck, there is no way I can drive to school. Maybe Harry can drive my car.

In an act of desperation, I go out into the hall only to run in to the person I'm looking for.

"I didn't think you'd get up," He says looking me over. "How are you feeling?"

"Like death." I groan when his voice sounds like he's yelling.

"I can tell..." He laughs a little and I notice I'm still wearing the same thing as last night, and my hair is a mess on top of my head.

"Look, I'm sorry if I was a pain in the ass last night... I blame the weed."

"Chloe, you weren't a pain in the ass." He assures me, and if I wasn't so exhausted, I'd be much more surprised at his reaction. "And I told your dad you weren't feeling well, so if you wanted to stay home he said he'll call school."

So it was him that put the tylenol there. Who is this guy in front of me, and where is the asshole Harry I've come to know?

"Oh, you didn't have to do that..."

"I did though, it is my fault after all." He chuckles. "Just get some sleep, you'll feel better in a few hours."

"Okay." I nod.

"Well I should get to school." He begins to walk towards the stairs.

"Harry," I stop him before he can get past me.

"Yeah?"

I swallow my pride and go for it. "Thanks for last night... and this morning. I owe you."

"No problem." Well that was painless. I really am starting to wonder what's gotten him in such a good mood this morning. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, I did actually. Thanks."

"So I guess we can tell your dad we bonded." He laughs and begins to leave again. "See you later, Chloe."

"Bye, Harry."

After I got a few more hours of sleep and took a nice, hot shower, I felt much better. I decided I should catch my last few classes so I didn't get too behind, so I got dressed and headed out to my car.