MY NAME, IS SIR [HARRY STYLES]

~~08~~

After Harry had dropped me at my apartment, Tabitha was still caught up in her bedroom, and judging from the moans and groans, she was feeling way worse than I was.

"You alright?" I asked through the wooden door after placing two quiet knocks.  

"Get in here" she groans in reply.

Opening the door to reveal her curled over, hugging her knees in as tightly as she could to her chest. Luckily, I was prepared, orange juice in hand.

"Well, good morning sunshine" I tease. "How are you feeling?"

"Don't give me that. Where did you disappear to?" She begins to sit up in her bed, clutching tightly onto her head with the palm of her hand, taking the glass from me and sipping down a mouthful. "Wait, are you only just getting home?"

My eyes widen a little at her realisation, placing me in the spotlight. "Maybe." I shy away, slouching down on her bed.

"Details" she groans, throwing herself back on the bed both arms falling over her face completing blocking her eyes. "You owe me details about your date with Harry too" she adds, peering out at me from under her hiding.

"I guess I can tell them in the same story" I admit, holding my hands up beside me in defence.

"Wait" she gasps, immediately sitting up to my height, "You left with Harry last night?"

My eyes widen slightly at her realisation, but I couldn't help but feel giddy. I was getting that overwhelming feeling of telling mum about a boy I liked in school when I was 12.

"Yeah" I breath out in confirmation. "He turned up at the bar, I guess I kind of vomited on him, or on myself, I'm not entirely sure, so he took me back to his hotel room" I saw how her eyes widened in excitement. "Oh, no nothing like that, honestly, I just passed out, I didn't even know where I was until the morning"

"Do you like him?" she asks with an extremely large smirk on her face.

The instantaneous rush of redness to my cheeks seemed to be enough to answer her question.

"You like him" she repeats but this time in a statement.

"I don't like him, I'm still getting to know him" I defend, but judging by the feeling I got at the question, I didn't want to admit it to myself just yet let alone anyone else.

"Whatever you say Charlie. I give it a week." She mocks as she slowly lays back down.

"Have a shower, trust me, makes you feel better" I suggest looking over at her tortured body, finding it slightly amusing.

Leaving her to it, I exit her room, closing the door behind me, knowing full well she is about to go back to sleep, and I would see her sometime around dinner.

My conversation with Harry earlier had motivated me and I had all these savings lying around, and Italy was well in my sites now. I decided it was time to actually plan something, anything.

I grabbed my bag from the hall table that contained my laptop and a notepad. I was feeling incredibly inspired and there was nothing really to do around the apartment today, nor was I in the mood to. The pancakes had only soaked up a quarter of the hangover, so I was desperately seeking some fresh air. 

I decided to take a stroll down by Town Lake, a place I use to come when I was younger with Dad and our dogs.

As I sat myself down on a small grassy hill overlooking the Colorado River, I flip open the laptop and open to a new page in my notebook, absolutely no idea where to start, I've never planned a trip overseas.