Stand Behind The Music (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 8

Ugh. Headache. Definitely a hangover. I hate the morning after clubbing. I always seem to have a hangover, guess I kind of drink a lot. Meh…but it is worth it. Unfortunately, I barely have memory of last night. All I remember was Liam and Liz leaving me, but since I didn’t wake up beside her naked, I’m guessing we didn’t really sleep together. Darn.

“Harry…Are you up?” Liz said softly, walking into my room.

“Yeah, what do you want?”

“Umm…I just came to give you some painkillers…Thought you might need them…after last night”

“I’m fine! I don’t need them!” I snapped. I don’t even know why. Maybe because I was still upset at her for last night? And obviously from my condition I needed the pills. It must’ve been pretty obvious, because Liz still left the painkillers on my night stand.

“Get ready quickly and come from breakfast” Liz said in her usual perky tone, as she walked out.

“If it’s your cooking, I’ll pass. I’d rather not be poisoned” I said harshly.

“We ordered, so come on…everyone’s waiting”

“Whatever”

I honestly didn’t know why I was being such an ass to her. I guess it’s just all the built up anger, hatred and rage I had for her, and after last night, it’s stronger than ever, and needs an outlet.

Despite trying to rebel against her orders, I knew I had to go see the guys. It was always nice to see them a bit hung-over.  So I changed out of last night’s outfit, into fresh new clothes, and got as ready as I could and went for breakfast.

I arrived in the dining room of the suite to see everybody sitting around the table just staring at their food. Niall was the first to see me come in, and then lunged for his food, filling up his mouth.

“Finally…Liz wouldn’t let us eat unless we were ALL here!” He said with his mouth full of eggs and sausage. Without a response to him, I sat down at the plate set for me, and began eating, while everyone else did too, now that I was here.

After she was done, Liz got up from her seat, and I noticed her wearing no pants, just an oversized shirt, and her knickers. She took Louis’s plate as well, because he was finished and walked towards the sink to put them away.

“Maybe you should put on some pants, slut” I said bitterly as she came back. I was being beyond mean towards her, but I couldn’t help it, the insults just kept spilling out from all the built up hatred. She silently started to walk towards her bedroom, probably taking me up on my suggestion.

“You look fine, you don’t need to change” Louis began saying to Liz, while glaring at me.

“No, its ok…he’s right…this isn’t very…appropriate” She replied as she walked away.

As soon as she was gone, Louis turned to glare at me, giving me his I’m-disappointed-on-you look. 

“Was that really necessary?” He asked me.

“Yes” I answered sarcastically.

“What is wrong with you, you’re being absolutely horrible to a girl who you barely know. Yeah…I heard you when you told her you hated her on the flight, and when you insulted her this morning, and now, and all those time in between. This is not you, Harry” Louis lectured.

“Lou, don’t worry about it” Liz interrupted as she walked back in, wearing pants this time. Probably the first time I’ve seen her legs covered, nonetheless, she still looked hot.