in the night- h.s

chapter 67

June 2018

Rosalie woke up the next day not knowing where she was or what the last thing she remembered was. Her whole body ached, as if she had been thrown about by a wrestler. She groaned, opening her eyes to try and grasp a sense of reality. She was in Chanel's house, how did she get there?

"Ah, good morning!" Natalie's voice beamed, catching her attention. She was walking through the door with a glass of orange juice and some pills. Rosalie looked down to see she was still in her dress.

"I don't remember anything." She groaned, sitting up. A strange feeling between her legs appeared and she moved her legs about. "I'm not wearing any underwear." Natalie raised her eyebrows at the statement, sitting on the bed next to her.

"I think you need these painkillers more than any of us" she chuckled. "Someone got lucky." Rosalie furrowed her eyebrows, trying desperately to remember anything that happened.

"Did you see me last night? What was I doing?" She wondered as she put the pills in her mouth and drunk the orange juice.

"Well you dragged us all upstairs to do drugs" Rosalie remembered that, her face still confused. "Then I don't know, I think you took something with Harry and I didn't really see you after that." Rosalie's face dropped as it all came flooding back.

The shrooms, the ocean, the car, oh my god the car. Her mouth opened slightly as the sex replayed in her head, how gorgeous it was. How could her brain let her forget. The reason she wasn't wearing any underwear was because Harry had ripped them off her. She swallowed hard, feeling slightly sick.

"Are you okay?" Natalie asked, noticing she had gone pale. "Did something happen?" Her face was now worried, stressing that something had gone wrong. Rosalie shook her head, bringing her hands to her face.

"I slept with Harry." She breathed, her heart was racing with panic as she looked to Natalie. Natalie was trying really hard not to smile, finding it adorable that she was freaking out over this. "I'm gonna have a panic attack, I can't breathe." Natalie's face dropped at her serious tone.

"Hey hey it's okay." She reached out for her but Rosalie flinched. "Rosalie, calm down. It's not the worst thing in the world to sleep with your ex." She pointed out but Rosalie was freaking out.

Climbing off the bed, she tried to breathe slower but it just wasn't happening. Natalie watched as she paced, not expecting anyone to have this reaction to finding out they slept with Harry Styles.

"Please don't tell anyone. I can't take the jokes." She begged.  Natalie nodded but her face was worried, none of them knew how deep this ran and how much it would affect her. "This is going to sound over dramatic but I need to go back to London." Rosalie's decision only seeded that worry deeper in Natalie.

"No, don't do that. It's okay. I may not know you that well but I can help." Natalie felt bad, the panic in Rosalie's eyes wasn't going away anytime soon.

"No, I just." She sighed. "I need to go home. I shouldn't of come here." The last part was a small whisper as she pulled out her suitcase. Thank god she hadn't unpacked too much, it was almost as if she knew something bad was going to happen.

"I'm sorry Rosalie. If I'd had known it was that bad, we wouldn't of made any jokes or let you go near him last night." Natalie told her sympathetically as she watched her go into the bathroom to get her things.

"Please don't feel bad. It's not even that bad, it just shouldn't of happened." She explained as she shoved her toiletries in a bag. "You've all been so amazing to me, honestly. Whenever I'm in LA, you'll be the first people I call." She meant it, they had welcomed her more openly than anyone ever had.