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9

Some may think that hangovers are the worst feeling in the world. I'm quite the opposite. They remind me of the memories made the night before, even if I can't recall everything. They also serve as a constant reminder to not drink again.

Not like that ever works.

But this time, the hangover doesn't come.

I wake up refreshed, with no headache, no nausea. How lucky.

Laine's happily asleep on the bed, like most of the people in the frat. I slowly climb out of bed, careful not to wake him.

When I'm in the bathroom, I nearly do a double-take at my reflection. My once perfect makeup is smeared in places it shouldn't. I look like Alice Cooper after a messy night out.

I guess I was too shitfaced to wash my face.

The sink water comes out cold and I scrub my face until the majority of the makeup comes off. There are still remnants that only face wash can remove but seeing how I'm currently in a bathroom shared by twenty guys, the odds of that are slim. Still, I could look worse. 

Someone else casually enters the bathroom and I glance at him through the mirror. He smirks, eyes tastefully skimming my body, before the realization hits him. "You're Laine's girl, right?" I nod and he continues, "Aw, shit. Nevermind." He walks to the other side of the bathroom and turns on one of the showers.

I finish up in the bathroom and sneak back into Laine's room, grabbing all my stuff. My wet clothes are nicely stuffed in a plastic bag, along with my phone. It went into the pool with me, so I'm assuming it's dead. I'll have to stick it in some rice and hope it turns on.

Before leaving, I give a sleeping Laine a kiss on the cheek. I hold my breath as he stirs but he doesn't wake. He was a complete gentleman last night. It was actually kind of amusing how he raided the entire house for a can of soup for me. He didn't make any moves on me and I'm glad. I was too upset last night, not that he knew.

I decide to walk back to campus. It's not far and since it's bright, I feel much safer. It's not like I have a car anyway.

The walk is nice. I clear up my head a little, though I refuse to think about last night until I've had a shower and maybe some caffeine.

Then there's the fact that I look like a mess. My hair is super frizzy from the chlorine and I'm wearing Laine's sweatpants and t-shirt. It's the ultimate walk of shame and the worst part is, I'm coming out of it soggy and I didn't even have sex! The only shameful thing is that I was drunk enough to nearly drown.

Wearing Laine's shirt felt weird, considering that's something between Harry and I, but I couldn't avoid it. My clothes were soaked and I didn't want to sleep shirtless. I feel weirdly guilty, which is so dumb.

As much as I don't want to face Sonia, I need to go home. It's my room too. And I really really need a shower.  I just hope she isn't awake and I can avoid her for as long as possible. There's no doubt a list of ugly words awaits her. 

I let out a sigh of relief when my building comes into view. Trudging up the stairs feels like hell and I wish we had an elevator right about now. When it's time to unlock my room, I put in my key as quietly. The door smoothly opens and I take a deep breath before going in.

Sonia's side of the bed is empty, meaning she's already awake and gone... or she never came home. I shudder thinking about the latter. As mad as I am, I still love her and I'd never wish that upon her.

I definitely feel relieved she isn't here right now though. I tiptoe into the room and nearly scream when I look on my side.

There Harry lays, sleeping on my bed without a care in the world.