Adore [H.S.]

31

Same Mistakes - One Direction 

HARRY 

I wake up with a pounding headache. The room feels like a spinning mess. My stomach churns as a result of the copious amounts of alcohol and cannabis that was consumed the night before. I run my hands over my face and through my hair. Everything is cloudy. All memories of last night stopping after Kit confronted me about Isabella. 

A nauseating feeling rumbles inside of me. I look down at my shirtless body and the thin sheet that covers my boxers. My arms reach out above my head as I stretch out. The dizziness of my headache intensifying with every moment. As I turn around in my bed, I am faced with a head of unruly, long brown hair. My eyes trail down cautiously only to be met with a half naked girl.  She begins to stir beside me and turns over. 

Pippa. My eyes widen as I take in her black lace bra and thong. I jump out of my bed instantly, "Fuck. Shit. Damn it. Fucking shit." I continue to yell profanities as I throw on my discarded jeans. 

Pippa jumps in her sleep. "What the fuck!" She brings her hand up to her forehead her eyes widen in shock. "What the hell is wrong with you? What time is it?" 

I ignore her as I throw her back her shirt and skirt. "Fucking put this on." 

She stares at me bewildered. "Harry. Fucking chill." 

"What happened last night? Tell me. Fucking tell me!" I demand, my voice rising with anger. She rolls her eyes at me in response. Pippa stretches her arms out and  turns over in bed. Sitting up, she pulls on her shirt and skirt. 

"Will you fucking chill? Nothing happened last night." 

My widen eyes don't leave her. Disbelief washes over me but mixes in with sudden relief. "Then explain to me why we were practically naked in my fucking bed." 

She only chuckles back. I watch her walk over to me, my breathing growing erratic in anger. "Well, when you're drunk and high your body begins to heat up. Add in your fucking broken thermostat and you are left with an overly heated flat." Her eyes stare at me in amusement. 

"Broken thermostat?" 

"God, you must have been so out of it last night." She rolls her eyes at me. "Last night, when Toby walked into the flat, he was complaining about how cold it was in here. So you went to change the temperature but got fed up with it. In result breaking it. We were all practically half naked the whole damn night, Styles." 

I begin to vaguely remember last night. Fuck, she is right. 

"Then why were you in my bed?" 

"God, Harry. You used to be so good at remembering things." Her brown eyes look over at me, amused, as she chuckles. "I tried to fuck you but you refused me. I followed you into your room. I tried my best moves and you still fucking said no." She laughed. "Kept saying I'm not Isabella or some shit. I don't know who this chick is but you have it bad for her. You then laid down, complained that it was too hot in here, stripped all the way and then began to ramble on about how much you like this girl. We ended up just laying in bed with another joint. I had to fucking listen to you whine like a little girl about how she won't like you and was with some guy until you fell asleep." 

I can feel my cheeks burn in embarrassment. God, what the hell was happening to me? Even in my drunken mess she is still on my mind. I let out a long, relieved sigh. I was glad to hear that nothing happened with Pippa. That was the last thing I needed. 

Fed up with everything, I walk out the bedroom and notice the empty flat. "Where did everyone go?" 

"Must have left this morning. It's already two in the afternoon." Pippa comments from behind me. "Listen. I'm going to help you clean this mess up and I'm gonna go." She says before walking towards the kitchen, grabbing a trash bag and throwing empty containers inside. We don't say anything else as we continue to clean. The only thing on my mind is the mistake that could have happened and the beautiful girl I would have hurt. Again.