Head vs. heart

Charlotte is a great actress with a busy career. Her life is filled with happiness, friends and love. She has everything that she can absolutely need. But, what will happen when her perfect boyfriend Oliver cheats on her? Will she, the next time she falls in love with someone, listen her head or follow her heart?

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10. Tough morning

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking and trying to adjust to the weak light in the room. I was dying. My head was hurting like hell, I was dizzy and nauseous. I barely sat up in the bed. When I fully opened my eyes, I realized I was wearing a blue onesie. The strange part was that I dont have a blue onesie. But, that wasnt my biggest problem. I also realized Im not in my room! My eyes opened in shock and I stood up. The room started spinning even more, so I sat for a few seconds.

After I found the strenght, I stood up and walked out of the room. I came to the end of the hall and came down the stairs. I heard a noise and followed it. Then I came to a room what appeared to be the kitchen. Harry was sitting and drinking something, looking horribly hangover.

He was wearing nothing but his black boxers, and I could not help but stare a little at his bare chest and abs. He had a lot of tattoos, but the first I noticed was a huge butterfly on his stomach. I chuckled a bit.

„Morning.“, he said with a low, morning voice after he noticed me.

I sighed and sat on the chair next to him.

„Care to explain what the hell am I doing here?“ I asked him.

„Drink this first.“, he said and gave me a glass like his.

„What is this?“ I aksed while looking at the green liquid in the glass.

„You will feel better if you drink it.“, he explained even slower than usual.

„Are you trying to poison me?“ I asked sarcastically.

„Just trust me.“, he said, annoyed that he had to spend so much energy at explaining.

I took a small sip and immediately put the glass down. „Disgusting! What is this?“

„Oh my God… Dont yell…“, he said and grabbed his head.

„Sorry.“, I whispered.

„Drink it.“, he said.

I drank it, still not liking the taste at all.

„Yuck… So, what am I doing here?“ I asked again.

„We took a taxi to my place because we were too drunk to drive. Also, I had to carry you to the bed.“, he said, like its not a big deal.

„What about the onesie?“ I asked, still confused.

He chuckled and shook his head.

„You dont remember anything from last night, do you?“ he asked, amused.

„After Niall and me dancing… No, not really.“, I admitted.

„Oh, you were so drunk.“, he chuckled again and stood up.

I followed him and we came to the living room. He sat on the couch and turned on the tv. He had a smirk on his face. He looked at me and observed the onesie I was wearing.

„You look good in it.“, he said while laughing.

„Are you gonna tell me what happend?“ I asked, annoyed.

„Maybe.“, he said and chuckled.

„If you dont tell me I swear I will…“, I started to talk, but he interrupted me with his loud laugh.

„Fine, I'll tell you.“, he said with a smile.

„Good.“, I said simply, still glaring at him.

„Whats the last thing you remember?“, he asked, trying to hold a laugh this time.

„I already told you. The last thing I remember was dancing with Niall.“, I rolled my eyes and sat on the couch.

„Well, then…“, he chuckled, „After that, we had a competition in Jello shots. Which was, by the way, a really bad idea, because you went to the dj after that. You started to yell at him and persuade him to play a One Direction song.“, he said and then started to laugh histerically.

My eyes were so big and I was in shock. I dont remember the dj at all!

„And the funniest part is, he actually did!“ Harry said and started to laugh even more. „Yo should've seen yourself!“

I closed my eyes and hid my face with my hands. I was so embarrassed. And, I was really afraid to ask what happend next.

„And after the dj finally put that song you wanted so badly,“, he said and then started to laugh not being able to finish the sentence, „you fell asleep at the bar!“

„Oh my God…“, I whispered quietly as Harry continued to laugh.

„Unfortunately, we were so wasted after that and we went home.“, Harry chuckled.

I let out a sigh of relief and Harry shook his head.

„And thats not the whole story…“, Harry said with a smile.

„Oh no… What did I do?“ I asked.

He was pretty amused, but I was just angry. I cant believe alcohol does this to me. I dont remember anything.

„Well, after we took a taxi, I had to carry you to the house… I put you on the bed and left the room, but after a few minutes, you were already awake.“, he chuckled again. „I gave you some clothes to change and go to sleep, but after I left the room again, you went in my closet and found my onesie.“

„Oh, that explains a lot.“, I said and sighed.

„You refused to wear anything but the onesie, because you said that it makes you so cool and that you are never going to take it off.“

I mental face-palmed myself and started to think how big of an idiot am I.

„Im sorry Harry… You…“, I started to speak, but he interrupted me.

„Its okay. I had fun.“, he laughed.

„Yea, I bet…“

He just continued to watch tv, and I cleared my throat.

„No, really.“, I was serious now, „Thank you.“

„Dont worry about it.“, he smiled at me and winked.

I rolled my eyes at him again and he stood up from the couch. His bare back was now facing me, and I started to stare. He turned off the tv and I watched him turn around and look at me.

„Are you hungry?“ he asked me.

„You are even asking?“ I replied.

He playfully rolled his eyes and I smiled.

„Come and help then!“

„Oh, fine.“

I stood up and we went in the kitchen. He put nutella, milk, coffee, some cookies and two ceramical cups on the table.

„Breakfast is served.“, he said with a grin.

„Wow, it was so complicated.“, I said sarcastically.

„Oh, just shut up and eat.“, he smiled.

He smeared a slice of bread with nutella and I took it out of his hand.

„Hey, thats mine!“ he yelled.

„Not anymore!“ I said with a mouth full of chocolate and bread.

He shook his head and took another slice. We ate in a not awkward silence for a bit and then he started the conversation.

„So… Uhm. You and Olly?“ he asked with a serious tone.

I put the slice down on the table and swallowed hard. When I heard his name, my heart instantly dropped. Harry saw my reaction and looked down on the table.

„Sorry… I didnt mean to…“, he started but then I interrupted him.

„No… Its okay.“, I sighed. „We… We didnt talked after the break up. And I really hope we wont.“

„Oh… Im sorry.“, he said, looking at me.

„Thanks. I just wish I realized it before. How could I be so dumb?“ I was thinking at loud.

„You were clearly in love… And that bastard is fucking dumb, not you.“, he was serious, and actually had a sad face.

I smiled softly. He took a bite of his cookie, but I couldnt eat anymore. My apetite was gone.

„Oh, yea… You should probably check your phone. It was ringing the whole morning.“, he said and motioned on my clutch in the kitchen.

I stood up and took my clutch. I pulled out my iPhone and noticed that my case is broken. Well, thats kinda expected. I had missed calls from Will and a few notifications. I just locked it and put it back in my clutch.

„I should go… I dont wanna overstay my welcome.“, I said with a smile.

„Its fine, you can stay.“, he said with smile on his face too.

I chuckled. „Thanks for everything Harry.“

„I hope you wont be drunk the next time you come here.“, he grinned.

„I hope so too.“, I laughed.

„So, are you going out like this?“ he observed my outfit while smiling.

„Erm… Sure, why not? I'll start a new fashion trend.“ I said while looking at the blue onesie I was wearing.

„Im sure I can find something for you to wear.“, he stood up and walked over to me.

„I'll just put my dress from yesterday.“, I assured him.

„You can, but Im pretty sure its smells like somebody died in it.“, he was pretending to be serious.

„Oh, that joke is so lame.“, I chuckled at him.

„Just come.“, he motioned me to follow him and went in the hall.

I followed him and observed his house. It was really clean, and you would never guess that a guy lives here. He is probably not cleaning it himself. The design is so modern. Gorgeous colors, wooden furniture and bright, spacious rooms. So simple, and yet so amazing. I really liked it. So, he probably didnt do the decor either. Many rooms and a big backyard. It is probably as big as mine.

We came to his room. Blue walls and black and white furniture. Big room with a huge, visibly comfortable bed. It wasnt so clean like the rest of the house though. He opened his black closet and stood there for a second. He pulled out some shirts and jeans and put it on the bed.

„You choose. I'll be in the living room.“, he chuckled and left the room.

I came over to his bed and looked at the few shirts and jeans he just put on it. I took his Ramones shirt and black jeans and put it on. Surprisingly, it fitted me almost perfectly.

I left his room and walked in the room I woke up. I found my red heels under the bed and put them on, but I couldnt find my dress. And my jacket was gone too.

„Where is the bathroom?“ I yelled, walking in the hall.

„Right opposite of my room!“ he yelled back from the kitchen.

 I found the bathroom and immediately saw my jacket. I grabbed it and put it on. I looked myself in the mirror and almost had a heart attack. My hair was messy and makeup was smudged all over my face. I washed my face with water and brushed my hair. It was better, but I still looked like complete shit. But then, I remembered something.

I went in the kitchen and grabbed my clutch. I have so many unnecessary things in there, as well as my powder and mascara. I walked down the hall, and went back in the bathroom. I think this will help a little. I put on my powder and mascara, and took one last look of myself in the mirror. I looked okay, I guess.

I walked out of the bathroom and went in the kitchen again. Harry was still half naked, sitting on the chair and drinking what I assumed was coffee.

„Have you seen my dress?“ I asked him and he turned around to look at me.

„No… Wow, you actually look pretty good considering you puked last night.“, he was looking at me from my head to toe, and I was feeling really awkward.

„Was that a compliment? Because it most certainly didnt sound like one.“, I said and smiled at him.

„Yes, it was. You look hot.“, he winked at me.

„Oh, cut the crap Styles.“, I said, but couldnt help but blush a little.

„How are you going home?“ he changed the subject.

„With taxi.“

„I can drive you too, you know.“, he smiled.

„Do you realize that includes getting off the couch and putting your clothes on?“ I looked at him and grinned.

„Yes, I do you smartass.“, he glared at me, but still laughed with me.

„I think Im capable of going home by myself, but still, thank you.“, I smiled at him and turned around, ready to go.

„Just to warn you,“, he said and I turned around to look at him, „the paps are outside.“

„Really?“ I asked, surprised.

„Yea... A few of them saw us exiting the club together last night so...“, he trailed off and let me figure out myself.

„Shit!“, I was mad. I can never have a break. „Is there any way to go out of this house without them realizing it?“

„Uhm… No, not really.“, he shook his head.

I swore quietly and started to think. My concentration was low and my head still hurted a little, so I didnt came up with any good plan. All my plans included a helicopter, invisibility cloak or underground tunels, so you could say thats not really possible.

What the hell am I going to do now?

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