I wake up with a massive headache, what the fuck happened last night.
I look down and see a Ramones top and some boxer. Wait. Are these... Harry's clothes?
I feel the bed shift slightly, I see a pair of vibrant green eyes, looking directly at me.
"Did we-" I say getting cut off.
"Fuck? No we never. You were plastered so I brought you home- well to my flat. I changed you into some clothes. It was quite difficult because you are reallu- horny when your drunk." He explained.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry."
"Its okay, do you want a shower? You reek of alcohol."
"Yeah- wait I have no clothes. "
"I'll call Louis to bring some."
"Okay." I said walking into the en suite bathroom.
I had a shower and wrapped myself in a white flufffy towel. I expected some clothes to be on the bed, but that wasn't what I got.
Harry was on the bed with my clothes in his hand.
"Do you need any help?" He said winking.
"N-no thanks."
"You sure?"
"Positive." I say tring to reach for the clothes.
Bad move, instead of moving like I expected Harry to do. He pulled me ontop of him.
He flipped me over and started tickiling me.
"S-stop please." I said in between laughter.
"Say, 'Harry is the sexiest person ever.'"
"Never".
"Fine. Say that you'll go on a date with me."
"What?"
"I want you to go on a date with me tonight."
"Why?"
"Because I still love you and I was us to be us again."
"Yes."
"7pm. Be ready, dress casual."
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