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My head was nearly throbbing out of its place as I winced.
I tried to open my eyes, but they felt slightly heavy.
"Fuck." I whaled, rolling around, only to find Harry snoring slightly by my side.
"Harry, what the hell." I hissed, shaking him slightly.
He didn't bother waking up, me groaning and grabbing my head in between my hands.
"Harry wake up," My voice slightly cracked. I felt like vomitting, oh god..
What the hell happened last night?
I remembered drinking, and dancing. But then that was all.
Whaling, I painfully rolled out of bed and crawled to the bathroom.
Shit shit shit, here it comes.
Quickly making my way to the toilet, I feel the contents rise up, and then boom.
Coughing slightly, my hands stayed firm on the floor.
I hear someone come behind me rushfully, gathering my long hair back.
Once more, I emptied the contents before weakly slouching on the ground, Harry wrapping an arm around me.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asks.
"Err.. What happened last night." I grumbled, my eyes fluttering closed.
"You don't remember anything? You don't remember anything you did.. Or said.."
"Nu-uh." I squeaked, shaking my head slowly. "Did I do something bad? I tend to get really kinky when I'm drunk. I'm like out of my mind kinky." I rambled, motioning nervously, only to make my head hurt more.
Groaning, I sighed.
"No.. Well, yeah you were trying to get me to touch you." He chuckled half heartedly, as if he's trying to set something aside.
"Wait.. Did you?" I narrowed my eyes, pointing a finger.
"No, I wanted to.. But I had to stop myself." He shrugged.
Wait Harry? Refusing to touch me? That was surely something new.
"Did anything else happen?" I mumbled, standing up and making my way over to the sink to clean myself up.
"erm.." He itched the back of his neck. "Nah." He answered, lightly shaking his head.
"Right, cool. Um could I take a shower?" I ruffled my hair. "I feel fucking disgusting." I chuckled, him looking at me weirdly.
"What? You're re looking at me like I'm this alien.. Are you sure everything's okay?''
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I really wish I could tell her so badly..
Fuck fuck fuck.
Why did she even have to go on saying those things?
Now I can't even think straight at all.
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