Perspective

Chapter Fourteen

"This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky"

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Harry looks completely dazed, and very hungover. He moves his hands to cover his ears and grimaces "Little less screaming please love, use your inside voice"

I throw myself out of the bed from under the covers with a yelp like he has a contagious plague, scrambling to my feet and backing away just staring at him with round panicked eyes.

Harry is completely calm, once he got over being woken up so abruptly and he yawns while he rubs at his eyes, only to relax back against the bed on his side; perching his head against the palm of his hand to stare at me with lazy eyes.

I think I'm going to hyperventilate.

Why is he in my bed? Why is he in my house? What the hell happened last night?

I stare at him while my heart only speeds up from panic, and it gets harder to breathe when I notice the covers now draped just over his hips below his bare torso.

....Is he naked?

I think I'm going to faint.

I snap my eyes down, to see my own bare legs and realise I'm only in my underwear and shirt I was wearing last night.

"You always this much fun in the mornings?" Harry drawls with his voice thick and heavy with sleep, watching me have in internal meltdown with his relaxed expression.

"Why are you in my bed? What happened last night?" I rush out, my voice cracking at a high pitch from how stressed I am.

Harry lifts an accusing brow "You don't remember?"

My stomach drops and I start to feel nauseous, and it's not from the hangover.

I start to breathe harder, I can't help it, it's like I can't suck air into my lungs.

"Did... Did we sleep together?" I stutter, not even capable of being a smart ass at the moment.

Those same old feelings start coursing through my chest and it feels like its choking me, those memories start to creep back in again.

I'm so fucking stupid! How could I let this happen? I well and truly fucking know better and learnt my lesson several times over things like this.

"Well, yeah, obviously" Harry replies, creasing his brows as he watches me.

Oh god... This can't happen, not again.

I bring my hands up to thread them through my hair as I feel all the blood drain from my face and it's like the room is shrinking around me, it feels suffocating.

He notices my reaction, and leans up on his elbow with a worried look "But if you're wondering if we had sex, no we didn't"

My breathing only gets worse with that twisting in my gut, and I wince at the memories and thoughts flooding my brain.

Harry leans up further, looking genuinely concerned "Drew - hey, nothing happened. It's okay. I would never let anything happen when you're that drunk, it doesn't matter how wasted I am."

I start shaking my head no, and squeeze my eyes shut; trying to control my breathing and the fact I want to crawl out of my own skin.

My throat feels like its constricting and my chest is like a vice.

I grip my fingers tighter in my hair, clenching my jaw as tight as I can just wanting this feeling to go away.

Harry pulls himself up, throwing the covers off to reveal his jeans and gets out of the bed to come over to me.