His Secret Bodyguard

Part 13

I woke up a little after 2:00PM the next day. I froze, feeling someone's arms around me, then remembered where I was. I recalled last night's events, getting annoyed with Harry all over again for making me deal with all that.

He had thrown the pillow off the bed, and had both his arms tightly wrapped around me, one of his legs intertwined with mine.

He was still sleeping, and I untangled his leg from mine, pushing it away from me. I couldn't move my arms, since he had them held down. I managed to get one of them free, and he let out a groan. I could smell the alcohol seeping out of his pores from
the night before. I managed to get my other arm free, and his hold tightened, pulling himself closer to me.

"Harry, you need to let go of me."I said, trying to pull his arms off of me, but failing. He mumbled something against my shoulder, but I couldn't understand it.. I pinched both of his arms and he quickly withdrew them. I got off the bed, turning and looking at him. He was face down in the middle of the bed, still asleep.

I ran a hand through my hair, looking around. The room was trashed. There had been multiple times during the "night" where Harry had gotten out of bed to throw up again, and he'd tripped over a lot of stuff. I looked down at what I was wearing. My shirt was disgusting. I didn't want to know what was on it, and quickly pulled it off, tossing it into the trashcan. At this point, I'd rather throw it out then take it somewhere to wash it..

I felt disgusting, and went into the bathroom. Surprisingly, it was cleaner then the main room.. I shut the door, quickly showering, rinsing off the nastiness from last night. I dried off, putting my leggings and bra back on.

It took a few minutes to get the tangles out of my hair using my fingers, and I stepped out of the bathroom. After finding his bag in the mess, I stole one of his t-shirts and pulled it over my head.. Luckily, he was still asleep, meaning I wouldn't have to deal with him..

I found my phone on the bathroom floor and saw Jeff had called me eight times today. After shoving it into my pocket, I walked out of the hotel room, seriously not wanting to deal with any more of Harry's obnoxious behaviors..

I went down to the lobby, feeling a few of the employees looking at me. I had Jeff's car keys, knowing that would be the only way back to my hotel.

I ran a hand through my wet hair, and got in his car. I glanced in the backseat, seeing one of Harry's shoes from last night. I rolled my eyes, and drove back to my hotel...

Once I got there, I ate a quick breakfast, and fell back asleep in my bed...

** 6:20PM** (August 5th, 2020)

I woke up to my phone ringing, and reached over, answering it. "Finally. Where's Harry?" Jeff asked. I groaned, rolling over, running a hand through my hair. "Harry? Um.." It took me a minute to wake up..

"Oh, right. He's at his hotel, in his room." I said, yawning. "You aren't with him?" He questioned. "No, I'm not. I spent all night having to drag his fat ass around, and deal with him being extremely annoying and disgusting." I commented. "So, he's okay? I honestly don't remember much from last night. But, Cameron said that Harry went with you.." He explained. "He was fine when I left him a few hours ago. Annoying, but fine." I replied.

"Good, good. And, do you have my car?" He asked. "Yes, you gave me the keys. It's here at my hotel." I answered, yawning and getting out of bed. "Good, ok. Well, thanks for taking care of Harry. I'm sorry to have put that on you last night." He stated..

We talked for another minute, and then hung up... I went back to sleep, still absolutely exhausted. My muscles ached from having to hold Harry up so much, and my head hurt from hitting it on the bathtub.. But, hopefully sleep will help....

*** August 6, 2020 ***

I slept through the entire night, and woke up at 7:00 the next morning. Someone was knocking on my door. Literally one of the worst ways to wake up. Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to knock on people's doors at 7:00AM? I groaned, getting up and quickly throwing my hair into a messy ponytail. I walked over, pulling the door open without looking.

I glanced up, still tired. Of course. Harry. He looked down the hall, and then walked into my room, shutting the door behind him. "Sure, just make yourself at home." I muttered, going into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, then washed my face before walking back out of the bathroom.

"What the hell happened two nights ago?" He asked. I looked over at where he was. He was standing in the middle of my room. He pulled the hood down on the sweatshirt he was wearing, which I recognized as my ex's.. I sent him a confused look. "What? Oh, you mean that." I said, sighing. I was too tired for this. "Can we have this conversation later? I'm still exhausted thanks to you." I said, getting back on the bed and pulling the still-warm sheets over me.

"So we did have sex then." He commented. I opened my eyes again, looking over at him.

"I'm sorry, what? No we most definitely did not." I defended, slowly sitting up. I reached over, turning on the lamp and drinking some of the water I had next to me.

"Then—What?" He ran his hands through his hair. "You need to explain everything to me, because I don't remember any of it. And, you're wearing one of my shirts and have bites on your neck." He said.. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, glancing in his direction. "Bites?" I questioned, confused. "Sorry, hickeys." He said. I raised my eyebrows, getting out of bed and going into the bathroom. He followed me. I hadn't looked in the mirror since that had happened; I'd totally forgotten. But surely enough, he'd left multiple marks on my neck. Great. Just perfect..

"And I know it was me, because you have this one." He said, pulling down the top of the shirt, revealing a darker one on my collarbone. I shoved his hand off of me.

"Well, we didn't have sex, or anything even resembling it. Although, you were naked." I said, laughing a little at the memory of that night.

"I was naked? For how long? Why?" He asked. I looked over at him. "Dude, I don't know; you've got serious issues. One second you were fully-clothed, puking your guts up. The next, you were naked, demanding a shower while holding onto my arm." I commented. "You seriously don't remember any of this?" I asked.

He sighed, shaking his head. "It's very fuzzy still. I don't even remember you being there. When did I give you those?" He asked, motioning to my neck. He seemed really embarrassed about it, and it made it even more funny, despite how annoying it was at the time..

"Oh, well I put a robe on you while you were standing in the shower, and then you passed out for like the fifth time, and you fell. And me being the great bodyguard I am, had to catch you, again. Which, didn't end well. So, basically, we were in the bathtub and you were unconscious. And then you regained consciousness and started mumbling things and then this happened." I explained. "I fell on you?" He asked.

"Multiple times, yes. Which is why I'm so fucking tired; from having to drag your ass around all night." I replied.

He ran his hands through his hair. "So, my shirt?" He questioned. "Oh, well at some point you threw up on mine. So, I thought it was only fair that I take one of yours." I stated. He nodded, obviously embarrassed about that.

"I'm so sorry. For all of that." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. I nodded. "So, that was it, right? I didn't say or do anything else?" He asked. "Well, you pissed me off, and kept me up the entire night." I answered. He rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean." He said.

"No. You didn't." I replied, and he nodded. He was still standing there, looking at me, his eyes on my neck...