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The Morning After

24th November 2019

*Lillia's Pov*

I woke up at what felt like the crack of dawn, but my phone said it was actually 10 am. I rolled over to face the other side, only to find that Harry was still asleep. As I lay there, all the memories of last night came flooding in. My stomach began to rumble, so, I quickly got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. I pulled out my favourite hangover cure from the freezer: waffles. I was feeling hungry, so, I placed two waffles into my toaster. I stood around waiting for a few minutes and as the toaster popped, I heard my bedroom door open.

'Happy Birthday Bog!' I cheered.

'Ahaha, thank you, Lil. What're you making?' Harry sat down onto the stool by the breakfast table.

'Waffles!' I smiled. 'They're only the premade ones though. Want one?'

'Oh nelly, you've spoiled me here. Go on, I'll have one.' I handed Harry the two waffles I had already made for myself and placed another two in the toaster.

'So, any big plans today then?' I walked over to the fridge and grabbed the orange juice.

'Nah, nothing really, I was just going to play Fifa with the lads, I think. Are you streaming today?' He replied.

'Yeah, I'm supposed to at 12, but it's a 'just chatting' stream today, 'Sit Down Sundays' you know' I laughed. I poured myself a glass of orange and left the carton on the side.

'I personally think Sidemen Sunday's are better...' Harry took a massive bite of his waffle and winked at me.

'Oh, thanks...' I pouted my bottom lip, and we both burst out laughing. The toaster had popped, so, I put the waffles onto a plate and sat down next to Harry. Harry had already finished eating, so, he sat there watching me as I ate. I was finding the right time to bring up last night, but, I didn't necessarily want to be the first person to mention it. I finally swallowed my last bite of my first waffle and decided to say something.

'So urm, about last night...' I started. I didn't know how to go about this conversation at all.

'Fuck sake, whatever I said, I didn't mean it okay. I was absolutely fucked and I pretty much blacked out. I didn't even remember coming here.' He laughed. A minute of silence passed as I sat there speechless, not able to even move or talk.

'Right, okay.' I got up from my seat and walked to my bedroom, quickly shutting the door behind me. 'Fuck sake,' I thought to myself. I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to calm myself down. It was embarrassing enough that he said he didn't remember, but it's worse that I actually thought for a second that he liked me.

A few minutes later, I started to hear footsteps walking towards my door and then a little knock. 'Lil? Where've you gone? You left your waffle,' Harry asked.

Holding back my tears, I managed to reply, 'I need to stream now, sorry.'

'Okay, well, I uh-I'll go then. Thank you for letting me stay the night.' Harry quickly walked away from the door, and a few seconds later, I heard the main door shut.

I burst into tears. The one time I open myself up to a lad, he doesn't even remember. 'Whatever I said, I didn't mean it okay,' kept replaying in my head. I threw myself onto my bed and curled up into the foetus position.

Nearly an hour had gone by, and all I had done was cry. Crying was my coping mechanism; I'd sit down, cry, and then I'd try to forget all about it. An alarm started going off on my phone. It was 11:50, reminding me to start the stream. I pulled myself out of bed and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My skin always flared up when I cried, creating red patches across my face, so, I went into the bathroom, splashed some cold water onto my face and sat down to start the stream. I was hoping the viewers didn't notice.