Scripted || Harry Styles

X: Busted

X: Busted

"Ugh," I groaned in discomfort and pain, my head hurting from the loud noise of my alarm. "Shut up," I squeezed my eyes shut as I turned it off.

Wait... What happened last night?

I couldn't remember who got voted off of Survivor. All I did vaguely remember was that Harry and I had a conversation and I was crying at some point.

I grabbed my phone and Googled who got eliminated in hopes that it would jog my memory somehow. When I discovered that it was Desirée, it started to slowly come back to me. I started inwardly laughing at my drunk self since I cried at the stupidest things last night. But then I remembered what Harry said about having a bad childhood and having something bad happen on his birthday and my heart broke. That must have been the reason why he put on a front. But it still didn't make sense as to why he had a front only in front of me.

I slowly got up and went out of my room to have something to eat and drink. I poured myself a glass of water and gulped it all down. I refilled it and set it on the counter. I pulled out two Eggos from the freezer and placed it in my toaster to warm up. My headache went down a bit but I felt a bit nauseous and unsettled in my stomach.

Just as I opened my fridge, I heard a knock on my door. I jumped from the sudden noise, not expecting a visitor so early in the morning. I walked over to the door and when I peeked through the peephole, I saw it was Harry.

"Morning," I said as I opened the door. My eyes squeezed shut from pain from the bright lights in the hallway.

"Hungover?" He asked with a knowing smirk.

"Just a bit." I heard my toaster ding and my whole face lit up at the thought of eating Eggos. I left the door and went over to the kitchen, hearing Harry step inside.

"Well, I came to drop off your keys." I looked back at him and saw as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "I don't know if you remembered but last night I had to help you get to bed. So when I left, I had to grab your keys so I could lock your door." I stood frozen in my tracks.

"You had to help me to bed?" I asked, absolutely mortified.

"Yup," Harry continued to smirk—or more like tried not to laugh.

"Oh goodness," I winced from embarrassment. "Just from two fucking gin and tonics? Get it together, Charlie," I muttered to myself.

"That's exactly what I said, potato head."

"Potato head?" My blood ran cold as those words felt oddly familiar. Oh, no, no, no... "Did I call you potato head?"

"Yup," Harry nodded his head as he bit his lip to refrain from smiling.

"Well, this is really embarrassing..." My cheeks heated up. "I thought I got into bed all by myself."

"Nope. That was me." I took a bite of my blueberry Eggo, my mind working so hard to remember. I swear I went to bed myself... But the more I wracked my brain, the more I remembered the end of the night. 

"Did you also give me water?" I asked him. "And some cereal too?" Harry turned silent, shy that he got caught red-handed but ultimately nodded his head. "Thank you, Harry," I genuinely said. "That was very nice of you." Harry nodded his head again as we both just stood there for a few moments.

"But I also came to say that if you remembered the conversation we had, forget it ever happened, okay?" He said with a hard edge to his tone and his eyes cutting into mine. 

And just like that, our little moment disappeared like it never existed. 

"Okay," I said in understanding.