I felt awful when I woke up the next morning. All the lights in the room were already on and I could hear my friends talking as they were I guess getting ready for the day. I was about to go ahead hop out of bed, but I looked down and realized that I was still wearing Becca’s dress that Harry had me put on last night.
I knew I couldn’t get out of bed wearing her dress because that would just cause all kinds of questions that I wouldn’t be able to answer. Plus it’s not exactly a normal thing to get out of bed in the morning wearing a party dress that isn’t even yours.
“Are you finally awake Nicole?” I heard Liz say.
“Yeah,” I mumbled as I pulled the covers up to cover me more just to be sure that they couldn’t see the dress.
“Are you okay?” Becca asked me.
“My head hurts,” I said without thinking.
I immediately wanted to take it back because I knew I didn’t have an excuse to give them as to why my head hurt.
“Probably from all that studying you did. I still can’t believe you skipped the party to study, you could’ve done that today,” she said, and I attempted to shrug in response.
“Come on and get dressed, we’re going to go get a late breakfast from the coffee shop,” Christina said.
“Yeah, just take some Advil and you’ll be fine,” Liz added on.
“I think I’m going to stay here, I’ll catch up with you guys later,” I said.
Christina looked unconvinced while Becca and Liz just went with it and began to walk out of the room. Christina looked like she was going to say something, but she didn’t and just joined Becca and Liz and walked out of the room. I waited a few moments after they walked out the door just to be sure that they were gone, and then I pulled the covers off and got up and went to my closet to find some of my own clothes to change into.
I was trying to see what all I could remember from what happened last night. I remembered most things; it was just the matter of remembering the details of what happened.
I went through the events of the night in order after I had had a few drinks, and the first thing that popped into my head was Harry apprehensively asking me to be his girlfriend, and that immediately made butterflies erupt in my stomach just thinking about that. I never in a million years thought that that was going to happen this year, especially not with him, but it did and I was contently okay with it. I was going over everything else that happened after we had left the party.
One thing that was a bit hazy in my mind was the fact of what all happened in the bathroom with Harry. I remembered him kissing me, and I also remembered a few other things but I mean maybe my mind was playing them up and bit and they didn’t exactly happen, I knew for sure I threw up but that was beside the point now. I didn’t really know the specifics of how far the intimacy went and I was going to feel weird bringing it up to Harry.
I was still standing in front of my closet, not really deciding on what to wear yet since I got sidetracked by my thoughts. Harry had really wanted me to dress up last night and I knew that was just because of the place we were going, but it kind of made me wonder if maybe he wanted to start dressing up a bit more on a regular basis. I mean I wasn’t like those girls, like my friends, who try and dress cute almost everyday. Occasionally I’ll feel like dressing cute but I usually wear jeans or leggings and a shirt.
Autumn had started already and sometimes it would be a bit chilly outside so I decided on wearing some jeans and a cream sweater paired with some riding boots that I really needed to start wearing more often.
I wasn’t even sure why I was getting ready right now; I had nowhere I needed to be right now. I guess maybe I could catch up with my friends at the coffee shop.
I went to the bathroom to finish getting ready and just as I walked out I heard my phone ringing from where I left it on one of the desks in the room. I saw Harry’s name on the screen and I picked it up and brought the phone to my ear.
“Hello?” I said.
“Good you’re awake,” he replied,
“Come outside,” he added.
“What why-” he cut me off by hanging up the phone before I could continue speaking.
I didn’t mind though because apparently he was just outside the dorm building. I put my phone in my back pocket, not bothering to carry my backpack around with me now, and I headed down the hall and to the elevator to go downstairs.
Once I stepped out of the building, I looked around for Harry and I saw him sitting on the bench that was in front of one of the windows of the building. I walked around to the bench from behind and sat at the very end of the bench.
“Sitting in front of a girls dorm window, what a creep,” I said, trying to hold back a laugh as I had made my voice sound different as I spoke.
“Relax, I wasn’t-” he stopped once he realized that it was me just joking with him and not someone else being serious about it.
“Good to know you’re not grumpy when it comes to the morning after being drunk,” he said.
“Do you remember last night?” he asked.
“For the most part, yeah,” I said, deciding just to leave it at that.
“I guess do you feel okay? Did you ever throw up again?” he asked and I answered both with a nod or a shake of my head as he asked them.
“I only threw up because I was drunk, right I’m not sick or anything?” I asked, just to clarify.
“Yeah, I mean you were fine until I grabbed your ass,” he said and then turned to me with a smirk.
I rubbed my temples as I remembered now the feeling of his hand on me and his tongue and kiss on my neck. How my skin had started to prickle in an overwhelming matter.
“That’s embarrassing,” I groaned.
“Yeah, it is,” he joked and I hit his arm.
“Don’t worry about,” he said as he got up from the bench.
As I stood up he reached his hand out for mine but I shook my head, causing him to give me a confused look.
“My friends are out here right now, I don’t really want them to see…”
“Right,” he said and moved his hand and shoved both of them in his pockets.
“You sure you can even be seen walking next to me? Wouldn’t want your friends to get suspicious or anything, right?” he said, still maintaining a bit of a joking tone to his voice, but not quite as he sped up his pace a bit.
“Harry,” I said, walking quicker to catch up with him.
“It’s my fault that my friends don’t like you, not yours,”
“Frankly I don’t give a damn about what your friends think of me or us, and honestly neither should you,” he told me.
“I know just…just let me handle it the way I want to,” I told him.
“Got it,” he said and nodded.
I couldn’t tell if he was fine or if he was pissed off, but I decided to just act like he was fine because it was easier to do right now and I didn’t want to think he was pissed.
“Do you want to go swimming?” I asked after a few moments of silence a bit.
I could already see his mood perking up a bit as he nodded. We agreed to meet in front of the building that the pool was in and then we headed back to our own dorms to get changed. I hoped my friends weren’t back in the dorm already because I didn’t want to have to explain to them why I was changing into a swimsuit.
Thankfully the room was empty when I got back to it and after I looked at the time I knew my friends weren’t going to come back because it was getting close to lunch so they would probably just go straight to the dining hall.
I will admit that I felt a little left out as far as hanging out with them goes, but I was pretty much doing it to myself though. Always choosing to hang out with Harry instead of doing something with them.
This is what I always feared would happen if I got a boyfriend in school, I would spend time with him instead of my friends. The worst part was that I was too nervous to even tell them who the guy is.
They haven’t said anything about me not hanging out with them as much though so I guess I really didn’t have anything to worry about. I shrugged the thought away and then began to get changed and ready to go to the pool with Harry.