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Zalia. . . The girl who never spoke. Never been a part of society, was home schooled and is now enrolled at university. What can Harry do to change that? Does Zalia even want to know the boy?


8. Aftermath

My head hurt. A lot. Honestly, I don't remember much of last night. I arrived with Harry. I drank. I danced with Jace. I drank and then. . . shit. I hit myself in the head with my palm and instantly regretted it. I kissed Zach last night! How could I be so stupid? After that all I can remember is doing a lap around the house to lose him and then drinking. A lot.

I sat up, hoping that there would be no mistakes in my room. . . There wasn't. Mainly because I wasn't in my room. I looked around and this room seemed a little more lived in. It was still a dorm except this room looked like it belonged to a second year. There were two double beds in the room and I could see a human shaped lump in the other bed and I could hear a shower running. My mind raced as I thought about what to do. I looked under the covers to discover I was only in my matching neon undies, my dress was on the end of the bed.

I looked around and spotted my phone on the side table and unlocked it quickly. The time read 6:55 am. I pulled down my notification bar to see I had 35 missed calls. 20 from Harry, 10 from Jace and 5 from an unknown number. Accompanying those were lots of texts and a text saying I had 10 new voicemails. I decided I would check all of them later and I just texted Harry quickly.

'I dunno where I am. I'll text you in like 5 to tell you if I can find my way.'

I locked my phone and slipped it I in my bra. I flipped the blankets back and got out of the bed quietly. I pulled my dress over my head and put my shoes back on. I ran to the dresser and wiped under my eyes to neaten my make-up and brushed my hair flat with a comb I found on the bench. I walked quietly to the door and reached it just as I heard the shower turn off. Do I wanna know who it is? I decided I didn't and quickly left the room, walking down the hall and straight into the elevator.

After what felt like hours walking in heels with a blaring headache, I finally reached the door to my dorm, I unlocked the door with my key and pushed it open. Harry was asleep on his bed, thankfully and I shut the door quietly before walking over and face-planting into my bed. I rolled over and sighed. There was no way I was getting back to bed. I sat up and pulled off my shoes.

First thing I did was take some panadol to help with the headache then I removed all my makeup, only to apply more. I put on a CC cream, concealer,  a light pink cream blush, some mascara and eye liner. This may seem like an excessive amount of makeup for seven thirty in the morning and for what I plan to do but if you saw me, you'd want we to wear this much too. I set my make-up with a mattifying powder and then put my hair up in a quick messy ponytail.

I walked to the wardrobe and pulled out some black three quarter leggings and a tight pink tanktop. Harry was snoring and showing no signs of waking up so I quickly stripped down, putting on a sports bra and getting dressed. I grabbed my notebook and wrote a note to Harry.


I've gone to the gym :) Got home fine, thanks for your concern.


I placed the note on Harry's bedside table and grabbed my keys and phone and left, walking to the gym.




I worked out for an hour, I was sweating and the can of Mother I had just bought was already half gone. My body had slight aches all over but I felt great. I walked into the adjoining change room to check my makeup and it was in tact perfectly. I smiled and winked at myself and ended up in a fit of giggles. I left the change room laughing and ran right into someone.

"Well hello there Zalia," the guy said. I waved. I didn't know who he was. "Didn't think you'd remember. Jesse Hadlick. You were quiet the life of the party last night," he said with a chuckle. I gasped and clamped my hand over my mouth. What had I done last night!? "Don't worry, ya didn't do much. Danced on a few tables, kissed a couple people," he said nonchalantly.

I thought my eyes were gonna pop outta my head when he said that. I kissed people. Not a person. People! Plural! Fudge monkeys! I waved to guy then sprinted out the building and jogged back to the dorm rooms. I barged through the doors and found Harry shirt off and in a towel.

"YOU!" He said, pointing at me.  I grabbed out my phone before he could launch into a lecture.

"I need your help Harry! Please! I slept somewhere and I can take you there. I need to know who lives there! It's urgent. Please?"

Harry growled but grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom. He emerged in under three minutes, not looking pleased.

"Come on. Take me there. If I have to beat someone up for taking advantage of you while you were drunk I am going to be mad all day," he said, rolling his eyes.

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