Road Trip (H.S.)

Chapter 16

A/N: I have no idea who made the manip, I found it on google and there's no watermark. So credit to whoever the owner is x

Felicity

When I wake up in the morning, there is the unmistakable pounding of a headache taking over my mind. It's almost unbearable, but I'm sure it will lessen once I've taken a Tylenol. My head hurts so much that it's difficult to even open up my eyes. Keeping my eyes screwed shut somehow helps to soothe the pain.

I don't remember drinking that much last night, though I must have drank enough for me to wake up feeling groggy and hungover. I can't remember the last time I felt this way after a night out, if ever. Usually when I go out with Sierra I remain in some control over my body because I don't drink too much. At least not to the point that I don't remember pieces of the night. I always remember. I'm always in control.

It scares me a little, knowing that there are parts I do not remember of a night I went out with two guys. Surely nothing bad happened ... right?

As I rub my eyes open and adjust to my surroundings, I notice the warmth of a body right beside me. Right behind me, to be exact. And it's only then that I realize there's an arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close as my back is pressed up against this person's front. I can sense that it's a male. Aside from the overwhelming scent of alcohol, I can definitely smell a hint of cologne.

Even though I should be concerned with the fact that I'm currently spooning with a guy that isn't my boyfriend, somehow it feels ... I don't know ... right. That sounds horrible to admit, but it's the truth. Laying down right now with someone else's arm around me doesn't feel wrong. 

I don't know what's gotten into me.

I do my best to turn around without disturbing whoever it is that's hugging me tightly, but unfortunately there's not a whole lot of space for me to do much of anything. I exhale a breath, continuing to lay down without a clue of who's behind me. It could be Harry or Niall or a complete stranger that decided to tag along back to this apartment. Wow ... that's a scary thought.

Immediately I turn my head to look over my shoulder, panic beginning to build within my body. The moment my eyes land on Harry, my entire body relaxes. My movements must have slightly disturbed his sleep because he suddenly hugs me tighter, nuzzling his head into the back of my neck. I can feel his light breathing against my skin, his hot breath sending tingles down my spine.

I'm still fully clothed in my outfit from last night, including my jacket, and as I take another glance at Harry I realize he is, too. 

The worry I once had for the possibility that something bad happened last night has entirely diminished. 

I know that at this point I should move. I should get up and away from Harry because it could look very bad on me if a third party were to ever walk in on this scene. But as much as I know I should, I just don't want to move. I hate to say it, but I'm really enjoying the close proximity to Harry, even if he's asleep. I feel far too comfortable in his embrace, as if I belong in his arms. It's a strange feeling to experience when I have a boyfriend that is not him.

A raspy groan echoes throughout the small room, catching my attention as I try to figure out where it's coming from. As I crane my neck to the side, I spot Niall on the floor beside the bed. He rolls onto his stomach, slowly propping himself up on his elbows as he holds his face in his hands. He stays that way for a few moments before lowering his hands and letting his eyes adjust to the lighting. The expression on his face looks as if he's trying to figure out what year it is. The moment his eyes land on me, he stares at me in confusion until he seems to recognize who I am.