Dating Styles & Tomlinson

Chapter 7

~Harry's POV~

I wake up to see Chelsea next to me. I smile at myself as I remember last night. I sit up but instantly feel my head hurt Ughh hangovers are the worst.

"Chelsea." I say to her kissing her lips, jawline, then neck. I hear groaning and then Chelsea turned over to look at me.

"What do you want?!" She asks tired.

"Remember last night." I say smirking.

"Yea I do." She says smiling but then her smile quickly fell.

"You used protection right?" She asks worried. I look at her and my jaw drops holy shit I forgot to use protection!

"Babe don't get mad." I say. She narrows her eyes at me but then her hand flies to her mouth and she runs to the bathroom. I follow after her and see her throwing up, I grab her hair and lift it up.

"I feel like shit Harry and its your fault" She says smacking my chest.

"How is it my fault?" I say confused. I see her roll her eyes at me.

"I'm gonna go." She says putting her clothes on and walking out of my room. I sigh loudly and put my clothes on and start to follow after her.

I grab her hand softly and pull her into me.

"Babe I'm sorry." I say feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry to im being over dramatic." She says. I smile at her and place a soft kiss on her lips. I pull away and hear a bed rocking.

"Wtf at this time of the morning?" She says as she walks to the room making the noise.

"Chelsea don't go in th-" I start to say but Chelsea already opened the door. I hear a voice inside and then Chelsea slams the door and looks like she's seen a ghost.

"Who was that?" I ask winking.

"It was Rosie and Niall." She says making a gagging expression.

"Damn that must be some hard humping and grinding." I say laughing.

"Ew Harry." Chelsea says as she smacks my arm playfully.

"We should go to the kitchen." I say smiling as I throw Chelsea over my shoulder and run down the stairs.

"Harry Edward Styles!! Put me down this instant!!" She screams laughing.

I put her down on the counter and let my hand rest on her hips. She wraps her arms around my neck and we start kissing.

"Not on the counter please." I hear Louis say. All three of us laugh as I help Chelsea off the counter.

"So babe what do you want me to cook?" I ask as I turn around but get flour thrown at my face.

I gasp and see Chelsea and Louis with flour in there hand. "GAME ON!!" I yell loudly smirking.