Dead (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Part 6

You wake up to the blinding lights of yours and Zayn's bedroom. The odd thing is, you don't remember going to bed last night. You don't even remember leaving Louis' party.

Suddenly, a noise booms through your head. You look to the window, seeing that it was only a bird, but you still feel pain in your head. You realize you must have been pretty drunk last night.

You wander to the kitchen, finding a bra lying on the stove. You pick it up and inspect it, finding out that it's yours.

You look down to your clothes and see that you are not wearing a bra, but a button-up men's shirt.

I must've gotten lonely last night and put on one of Zayn's shirts, you think to yourself. You reach into the fridge and pull out some bacon to start making.

"Ellia, come back!" You nearly scream at the unidentified voice calling you from your bedroom.

You slowly make your way to the door to your bedroom, and push it open a crack. You peek in to see a lump under the blankets.

"Hello," you call. The lump stands up. As the blankets fall off his face, you start to make out the facial features and body of the one man you had hoped wasn't under that blanket: Harry Styles.