The Perfect Sky Is Torn

Chapter 13 - Without You I Can't Face It

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Chapter 13

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Pounding. That is my first thought when I wake up. I refuse to open my eyes, though, knowing the sunlight coming through my window will only make my headache worse. Oh, how I hate hangovers.

I attempt to roll over, but I can't. My blanket seems a lot heavier than normal. Or maybe I'm just so hung over that it simply feels heavier.

Suddenly, I hear a loud groan right next to my right ear. My eyes spring open. Shit, did I take someone home with me lats night? In my mind is a quick flash of a blond boy with brown eyes, leaning in to kiss me. Did we have sex?! My first time having sex with a boy and I was so drunk that I can't even remember it?!

I hear another groan as the boy wakes up, and I feel a weight lift off my shoulder as he picks his head up. Gulping, I slowly turn my head and can only see bright green eyes framed by unruly brown curls. Harry's eyes are as wide as mine must be as we both look down to see two naked chests. I know he's thinking the same thing I am: Did we have sex?

Not only is it a boy I don't remember having sex with, but it's Harry! Oh, for God's sake!

Harry and I make eye contact again and I see his adam's apple bob as he swallows. Simultaneously, we scramble away from each other as if the other is on fire.

What did I do? What did I do? Oh, God, what did I do? I bite my fingernails, stressed. You would think I would remember having sex with the man I love, but life seems to hate me.

A sigh of relief sounds from behind me. Relief? Relief? What the bloody hell is Harry relieved about? We may have had sex last night and neither of us can even remember it! "Lou-" Harry begins, but I get up off the bed, rubbing my face vigorously and begin pacing back and forth. Fuck, what did I do? Why did I have to get so wasted last night?! "Louis," I hear Harry chuckle, but I ignore him. I can't face him without knowing what happened last night. Oh, this is bad. This is very bad. Why can't I just remember?!

"Louis!" Harry shouts with laughter in his voice.

"What?!" I yell, spinning on him, breathing hard.

He's chuckling lightly as he answers, "You're wearing trousers."

Slowly, I look down and see wrinkled red chinos covering my lower half. Last night's events come rushing into my mind and I realize why we were in the position we were in when we woke up. I let out a semi hysterical giggle and collapse on my bed. "Oh, thank God," I mutter, covering my face.

"I'm offended," Harry says from beside me, teasingly. "I'm not that bad in bed."

I laugh a bit, "I'm sure you're not, Hazza."

"Come on, Boo," Harry says, nudging my shoulder. "I'll go make us some breakfast. Do you want waffles?"

"Desperately," I answer, taking the hand Harry offers me and he pulls me off the bed. After this morning's scare, my headache is forgotten, but I'm crazy hungry. My stomach growls, agreeing with my thoughts.

As I walk down the hall behind Harry, I think of last night. What was Harry going to do before he abruptly fell asleep? He was extremely close to me and had been leaning even closer into...what? Was he going to...kiss me?