She | A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 3

A door slammed, causing me to jump. I opened my eyes and looked around, confused about where I was for a second. I was in Harry Styles's house. In his guest bedroom. I started to doze back off to sleep but I was startled by another door being slammed and people were raising their voices at each other. Whatever was going on down there obviously couldn't be good.

I groaned and reached over to grab my phone. I took it off of the charger and turned on my phone. I had twenty-two missed calls and thirty-nine text messages from Sofia. I knew she would be worried. I slowly put my phone back on the desk, faced down, avoiding all my problems in the most problematic way. I slowly sat up and the large headache pounded against my head. I groaned and placed my hand on my temple.

"Why did I do this?" I groaned, standing up. I made the bed and walked over to the clothes I laid out to dry. I changed into them and they were cold and still a little damp, but wearable.

I neatly folded Harry's clothes and placed them on the dresser in the room. I looked at them and smiled as I remembered the smell of them. He smelled so good. I was just thinking about the way Harry smelled. I had to get out of here. My eyes widened as I looked around, thinking about the night. I was still at Harry's and I still remember everything from last night. He had a lot more to drink than me. Maybe he doesn't remember and I'm just being paranoid.

I place my hands on my temples again as my stress makes my hangover worse. It wasn't as bad of a hangover as I usually have, but this wasn't what I wanted to deal with. I walked back to the charger and unplugged it from the wall and put it with his clothes. I had to get out of here without being seen... call an Uber, Sofia, anything.

I looked at myself in the mirror and groaned. Of course, I look awful, what did I expect? I took off my makeup, I was wearing damp clothes, I didn't have a hairbrush, and I was hungover. I did brush my teeth with one of the unopened toothbrushes in the drawer. I grabbed my phone and purse and walked to the door, sighing before I opened it. I poked my head out of the door and looked around to see if anyone was in the hallway. The hallway was clear. I carefully stepped out of the room and quietly shut the door behind me. I walked down the hall and carefully walked down the steps, trying to make as little noise as possible.

"How could you let this happen?" A man's voice yelled.

"Could you keep it down a little, please? She's trying to sleep." The British voice said calmly. He was talking about me. That only makes me believe he remembers the night.

"Harry, this is serious. This is going to be huge." As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I could see Harry leaning against the island in his kitchen and his manager was sitting in one of the barstools. I tried to sneak past them, but I was unfortunately spotted.

"Everly, you're awake." Harry's voice said. I stopped and slowly turned around, awkwardly smiling.

"Yep," I stated.

"Leaving so soon?" Jeff's attitude was present in his words. I looked over at him with a confused look on my face. Jeff was nice to me last night, what did I do today? I didn't sleep with Harry, I didn't post about Harry, and I didn't call the paparazzi. I opened my mouth to say something, but Harry rolled his eyes and lifted up his hand a little.

"Don't listen to him. He's just grumpy when he's hungover." He explained. I chuckled as Harry walked over to me. All of us looked tired and like we hated the world. I just wanted to go home and sleep before my head explodes.

"It's fine, I get it."

"Do you need a ride?"

"Yes please." He gave me a small smile.

"Cool, I'll go grab my keys." He walked away and I bit my lip, awkwardly standing in Harry's living room, which was surprisingly clean after a party.

Jeff glared at me and stood up. He walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a water bottle as he placed some Advil in his mouth. He gulped the water and twisted the cap back on it, still glaring at me.