Straight from the heart

*Firstly i don't own any of the pictures i will be using. I found them on google, tumbler etc. credits to the owners.*

This is basically another love story, ist about this girl named Jesy and blah blah, read it then you will find out, im not sure how much i will update but if you like it, please heart it and comment it, and i dont even know.. But enjoy the story anyways x

*This story starts to take place when Harry isn't famous*


9. "Well Hi'!?"

I woke up in a bed, pretty comfy actually. My head felt like it just had been bombed and I didn’t remember much from yesterday. I looked around and my eyes fell on a poster with Robbie Williams right next to a picture on a little brown table. I got closer to the picture and as I crawled in the bed there came a sound, I was kind of afraid that I ruined the bed ha, ha. The picture was of a little boy, a little older girl and two grown up people, I guess that was the parents? I got up and walked around in the room. I found a guitar standing behind the door which was covered up with a Bryan Adams poster. My eyes now fell on another picture but this time only two persons on it. The boy and the girl, the girl was sitting on him. They looked like that amazingly perfect sister – brother relationship that everyone wants. I heard someone open a door and I turned around. Too quickly as the picture felt to the ground.
I yelled really loud and my head couldn’t make it so I putted my hands on it making a painful face.
He said and came closer to me. I moved a bit away then looked confused at him.
-I made you tea.
He said it in a nice caring voice, almost like my mum used to do when I got sick as little. I don’t get sick very often more so…
-Harry, did we?
-Did we what?
I wasn’t sure if he really didn’t get what I was saying or he was just being sarcastic.
-You know. Did we do it?
I said ‘it’ extra loud so he might would get it.
-Well, kind of, you know. Yeah.
Right there I was about to puke, again. I didn’t want this to happen? Omg I'm so unlucky, and then with him, people are totally going to call me a slut now.
-Harry listing. I'm really not that kind of a girl; I never wanted that to happen I'm so sorry. Please don’t tell people and I mean I was drunk, I didn’t know what I was doing and -
He stopped me before and he started to laugh like crazy then he started to speak.
- Jesy, I’m just joking with you! We didn’t do anything!
That little son of a…
-But, if we didn’t do anything, then what am I doing in your bed?
I started questioning and inside my head I was wondering why in the world I would be in his bed if nothing happened. I mean since I'm in his house something must have happened right?
-Well, you were really drunk you almost couldn’t walk! So I decided to take you with me home, as my mum isn’t home and I don’t think your mum would appreciate you being like that.
-You don’t know my mum!
-Would she like seeing you like that, or like this?
I must give him right, damn! My mum would hate seeing me like this and I wouldn’t like her to see me either…
-No she wouldn’t… Thank you.
-You’re welcome!
-But did we kiss?
He started to giggle, oh fuck, here comes the awkward stories…
-No, we didn’t! You were trying but you were drunk and I had just too much respect for you to do that. Then you puked, almost fell asleep on me, but I did wake you up because it can be dangerous to sleep when being drunk, then you said you was all ready to party again but I got you convinced that you should go home, you said you easily could find your home but when you started to knock on the toilet door yelling mum, I decided to take you with me. Then I got you up in my bed gave you some milk and yogurt and then you fell asleep.
-So we slept together, in the same bed?
-No. I slept on the sofa.
-Thank you.
-Welcome, drink your tea, it’s good against hangovers, I have a sister partying to you know.
Then he left the room. That was nice, maybe he is a nice guy after all. I took the tea which he had been placing on the brown table and it was nice hot. I warmed my fingers trying to remember anything of yesterday, but it was gone. Gone like a sock in the washing machine. I drank my tea and went down stairs. My clothes smelled of sweat and bear. EW! I walked like a zombie and my eyes felt on a mirror. I looked terrible. My make up was all over my face and I looked like a little child trying to do some kind of a Goth make up. Right there I didn’t really care about it now. As I got downstairs I looked around as I started to ask after Harry.

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