Pass, Sex, Hit (A Harry Styles AU)

Chapter 8

Lexi's POV

I stumble back towards the group after my 7th drink. Everything is hazy. Hehe, hazy is a funny word. I see Harry. Wait, is that Harry? Yup, it's Harry. I stumble over to him and latch onto his arm. He's drunk too, he trips and I giggle idiotically and he looks at me weirdly, then shrugs.

"I love yoouu, babe" I slur.

He smiles and kisses my cheek as he supports my weight and his. It's too dark to see his gorgeous green eyes. I love his eyes. They make me feel like I'm deep in a gorgeous and pristine rainforest.

"10, 9, 8, 7..."

I can't wait to get my New Year's kiss... and what comes after. I giggle and smile, thinking about what that might be.

"6, 5, 4, 3, 2..."

Here it comes. I snake my arms around his neck and smile as my hazel eyes bore into his green ones... funny, in this light they look blue-ish... I hear everyone scream "1!" and cheer, but it's just background noise. Harry pulls me in for a deep, passionate, kiss. He picks me up bridal style and carries me towards his room. Did he shrink? I could have sworn he was taller. LEXI! WHY ARE THINKING ABOUT HOW TALL HE IS AT A TIME LIKE THIS?! I giggle and play with his hair. I lost my train of thought...whatever. He places me delicately on the bed and kisses me hard.

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My eyes flutter open. ARGH! The light burns! I groan and roll over.

"Harry..." I start, I feel sick. I run into the bathroom and hurl. Partway through my... barfing someone holds my hair back. Harry such a sweetie. When I'm through I turn around to thank him and scream!

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" I scream at a naked Louis who is staring at me in shock.

"Lexi...?" Louis says in a daze.

"NO FUCKING WAY! YOU'RE A FUCKING GENIUS! YOU FIGURED IT OUT? WOAH!" I yell at him in anger. I know it's not his fault, but I'm pissed. This is bad, shit, this is really bad.

"Lexi...?" Louis mutters again.

"Jesus fucking Christ he's a broken record." I mutter to myself. "HOW DID YOU NOT REALIZE I HAD BROWN HAIR INSTEAD OF ORANGE WHEN I WAS PUKING?!" I yell at him.

"Um..." Louis mutters. Fuck. I don't need this. I'm hung over, pissed off, and in a shitload of shit. I angrily pull on my clothes and storm out. I call Harry as I'm walking back to my dorm. He doesn't answer. Fuck! I scream and slam my steering wheel. I call again. Straight to voicemail. Fuck, he knows.

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I unlock the door to me and Lily's dorm only to find it empty. She knows too. Fuck. I'm in deep. Ugh! I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I sink to my knees and cover my face with my hands. I feel the tears hit my hands, but I can't feel anything else. It's numb, everything's numb. It's like I'm watching myself get up, crawl into bed, and cry and cry and cry, but I'm not actually doing it. The hardest thing about having people mad at you when you've fucked up, is that you know it's your fault and you have no one else to blame for your misery.