Good Morning Beautiful (Harry Styles Fanfic) *Undergoing a Re-Write*

23. Blurry Images

Mallorys POV:

      Why the hell am I in the bathroom?, was my first thought the second my eyes peeled slowly open. I looked around to see myself lying on the white and gold tiled floor of the bedroom sized bathroom, my head agaisnt the Olympic pool like tub. How the hell had I gotten here? More importantly, what happened last night? It felt like I was slipped the date rape drug the night before. Of course, there was no way I was raped or in bed with anyone. A girl just knows, ya know? So if I wasn't roofied, then what the hell happened? My head was spinning, it felt like I was going to throw up and I had no idea why. Cancer definitly was not the cause for these symptoms. This felt more like a hangover. Great, my first ever time drinking, and I don't even remember consuming the forrbidden juice. That's just perfect. I slowly rose up into a standing position, and walked over to the closed door, pausing to see if I could hear anyone awake. The only sounds I heard was the wind whistiling outside and the television on low. I must not have been the only one who had gotten drunk the night before. I opened the door and walked down the hallway to the room that Harry and I shared, and opened it. There was no one in there and the bed looked like it was never touched. Where's Harry? I finished the long walk down the elegant cream painted hallways to the living area to see Louis and Liam both watching tv, their eyes bloodshot red.

            "Morning," Liam grumbly greeted as both the boys looked up at me.

            "Hey," I replied, taking a seat next to Liam, surprised that he even drank considering I always heard he was a straight edge.

            "Does anyone know what happened last night?" Louis questioned, his big blue eyes flicking between Liam and I. At least I wasn't the only one who couldn't recount the lost time.

             "Not a thing," Liam muttered, his face saying that he wished he could remember, like he felt something must have happened.

              "Ah, must've been one good night then," Louis grinned, clearly happy and not caring about the memories he will never have.

              "So where are Dani and El?" I wondered, leaning back against the couch, trying to get the hangover headache to leave.

              "We dropped them off at the airport this morning," Liam replied, sadly. I felt my lips turn into a slight pout at the thought that they were no longer here. They were so nice to have around, it will almost be weird for them to be gone.

              "Yeah, they had a few drinks last night too. Infact, if I remember correctly, El and Niall even got into a drinking contest. Let's just say, Niall can't hold his liquior as well as he might think," Louis smirked, clearly seeming to be proud of his girlfriends drunken achievements.

              "Ha, I remember that... somewhat. I mostly remember Dani and I going to my room, and well, the rest is a blur," Liam laughed, as Louis high fived him. Boys will be boys when it comes to getting into a girls pants. Pathetic.

             "Where did Harry go? He's not in his room," I asked them, a worried tone creeping into my voice.

             "I faintly remember him taking off last night. I'm not really sure. Again, it's all quite fuzzy," Liam told me, regretfully. He took off? Why the hell would he take off? I swear if he decided to go to some strip club, he's getting a slap in the face. I heard a groaning sound and looked up to see Chandni walking into living area, still in the ensemble she was in yesterday.