my sister's boyfriend's bestfriend ⋆ a harry styles fanfiction

10: tell me something i don't already know

My eyes fluttered open to be violently encountered by the midday sun. I groaned, swiftly pulling my comforter over my head to shield me. The quick movement made the room dance, a not-so-friendly reminder of my night of drinking and dancing with Harry. How much did we drink? My headache answered that question for me promptly.

I ripped the blanket from over my head and my head groaned in protest. My light grey walls reflected the sunrays spilling from my window. Why weren't my curtains drawn? They were always drawn.

Suddenly, the realization came over me and my heartbeat began pounding even harder than my head.

There were no curtains in this room.

I looked around at the unfamiliar furniture which framed the room and the crumpled clothes which littered the floor. This wasn't my room.

I was sleeping in Harry's room.

My mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of last night's chaos. No way in hell did I sleep with Harry. I pressed my hands against my temples fighting to steady the spinning room. Fragments of the night surfaced—laughter, extravagant outfits, unfamiliar faces, and clinking glasses. But no matter how hard I tried, the gaps remained. I couldn't remember how I got home, and more importantly, how I got here.

I looked down - my gown from last night's soiree was replaced with a grey t-shirt which, judging by its ability to swallow me whole, I assume is Harry's. A momentary wave of relief washed over me. At least I was clothed. But how did I get into this shirt? Did he take me out of my clothes last night? I interrupted my own thoughts out of fear, I didn't want to believe that was within the realm of possibility.

I scanned the room, my eyes lingering on every empty corner and shadowy nook, but there was no sign of Harry. A pang of relief tugged at my heart. Just as that thought settled, the familiar creak of the front door reached my ears. My heart leaped—he was home. In one motion I swept my legs off the mattress and began walking down the stairs. I exhaled deeply, you can do this -my breath still reeking of the alcohol from the night before. I had to find out what happened last night and Harry could certainly fill the gaps in my memory.

I was only halfway down the stairs when my eyes met his.

He had dark jeans and a white t shirt on, in his hands were two large brown paper bags which i assumed were takeout. His hair was coifed perfectly, and his bright green eyes smiled up at me. There was no trace of a hangover on him. I was in awe.

"Goodmorning sleepyhead!" He chirped.

"Or should I say good afternoon rather" he nodded to the clock on our wall which read 12:43pm. The ends of his mouth lifted to a smirk. I remained silent - my slippers squeaked against the hardwood floors.

"I brought you some coffee and a bagel," he said, reaching into the takeout bag. The crinkling of the paper amplified my already throbbing headache.

"I wasn't sure which kind you liked, so I got one of everything." I looked up to see an array of bagels spread across the marble countertop. Bright pink smoked salmon, glistening cinnamon sugar—each one more tempting than the last. My eyes savored the sight, but the smell of food turned my stomach.

"Thanks," I muttered, taking a sip of the coffee. The rich, warm liquid was a welcome relief, tasting like heaven.

"So" I sighed.

"What happened last night?" I froze as the words escaped my mouth, dread creeping into my veins. Please tell me nothing happened.

Harry chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You, Ellie Calder, are quite the partier."