The sun poured into the living room. I groaned as I opened my eyes. It felt like my eyes would fall out of my head. I slowly opened one eye. I looked around the room for something to jog my memory of last night. Kay wasn't here and all of the lights were off. My shoes weren't on and there was a blanket perfectly tucked around me. I looked at my coffee table and noticed a glass of water next to some pills. Next to it was a piece of paper.
I slowly pushed myself up from the couch. My head was throbbing with every move I made. I reached over to grab the note. I finally grabbed the note and laid back down on the couch. I squinted to read the words on the note.
You probably won't remember the events of tonight, but I left you some water and aspirin for your hangover. Happy Birthday.
-Harry
What? I mean he was right. I really do not remember anything from last night. I know that I went to the bar with Kay. Jason is gay, but it gets fuzzy after that. I grabbed the Aspirin off of the table and put them in my mouth. I grabbed the glass of water and drank some to get the pills down.
So, Harry was at my house last night. He possibly took care of my very drunk self. This was all too much to process. I mean I'm glad I didn't wake up in some random person's bed, but why was he here? How did he get here? Was he at the bar and took me home?
Oh, shit what time is it?
I felt around the couch for my phone. It was stuck in between the cushions. I shoved my hand between the soft cushions and found my found. I checked the time.
11:30
I really need to stop waking up this late.
I got up from the couch and realized I was still in my dress. It was bunched up by my hips, but I didn't really care right now. I walked into my bedroom and flicked on the lights. I walked over to my dresser and opened the top drawer. I grabbed a pair of underwear and a bra. I opened the third drawer and grabbed a pair of short jeans shorts.
I walked over to my closet and grabbed an oversized sweatshirt. . I walked into my bathroom and turned on the lights. I squinted in the bright bathroom lighting. I turned on the shower water and adjusted the temperature to my liking.
I struggled to unzip the tight dress, but I eventually succeeded. I peeled the black material off my body and threw it in the corner. I unclipped the strapless bra I had been wearing. I hooked my fingers on the waistband of my underwear and took them off of my body.
I got into the steamy shower. I pumped the cherry-scented cream into my hand. The sweet scent filled the room. I rubbed my hands together so the cream turned into suds. I massaged the liquid through my hair.
I finished my shower and grabbed a towel from my rack. I wrapped the cloth around my body and stepped out of the shower. I wiped the condensation off of the mirror with the palm of my hand.
My eyes were red like I'd been crying, but I didn't think too much of it. When I'm drunk I tend to get emotional over the smallest things. I cracked open the bathroom door to let in cool air. I dried off my body and put on my clothes. I've been wearing my hair naturally most days recently.
I walked out of the bathroom and walked towards the fridge. I don't care how hungover I was, Bruce is getting his breakfast.
I grabbed the package of greens from the fridge and placed it on the counter. In the mornings he got three baby carrots instead of his pellets. I cut up the carrots and placed them in his bowl. He ran over to the bowl and started munching away. I put the greens on the floor, which I know he'd eat last.
I walked out of the kitchen and towards the balcony door. I slide open the glass door and noticed the chairs were moved. Interesting. I leaned my elbows against the railing and just watched. The loud cars and people were already too much for my headache. Before I turned around I noticed a car that looked like Harry's parked in front of my apartment.
