Playing by the Rules

A One Direction Fan-Fiction. │Caution: This story has cussing and moments of intimacy. If you have a problem with any of those, then this might not be for you. │© Copyright 2014. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified, or distributed without the expressed prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact Megan (: on


11. Chapter 11

 When I woke up the next morning, I noticed something was different. I opened my eyes and noticed I was snuggled into someone's chest. Harry? Why is he shirtless? Wait. Did we? No! I looked down but I was still in my clothes from yesterday. Oh thank god. I quietly stood up and walked over to the bathroom.

 I washed off my face and walked back into the room. Wait. Something's not right.

 I ran back to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. As I was vomiting, I felt someone next to me grab my hair. I flinched a little but didn't have time to react as I threw up again. As it stopped, they began to rub my back. I wiped my mouth standing up and rinsing it out with some mouth wash. I turned around to face Harry.

 "Thank you." I said quietly.

 "Of course. Are you feeling better now?" He asked.

 I nodded my head. "Yeah I just have a killer headache." 

 He walked over to the cabinet and searched through it looking for some medicine. He pulled out a bottle and handed me two tablets of Tylenol. 

 "So what exactly happened last night?" I asked, swallowing the pills.

 "We got drunk." He laughed.

 "I think I got that picture, you know with the hangover and all." I said in a duh tone and giggled.

 I paused for a moment. "But what happened... afterwards?" I asked quietly.

 Harry got quiet and came closer to me. I backed up a little but was stopped with no where to go. Harry inched closer to me, leaning his arm against the wall next to my head, while the other was resting on my hip. My breath hitched.

 His lips grazed my lips as he closed his eyes. I closed my eyes waiting for him.

 "Nothing." He whispered. We opened our eyes, but didn't move. He just stood there looking directly at me. Relieve hit me as he spoke, but at the same time I couldn't help but wish for his touch. He backed away slowly and walked out the door. Fuck.


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