Hang Over

                                    

                                          
Ada's Point of View
                          
God Damn my head.
                          
I moved some pillow that was on top of my head and automatically felt the hang over that I truly deserve. I reached around for my phone but know it'll be hard to find considering I have no idea where I am. I opened my eyes, maybe I should figure out where I am.
                          
Ahh, the light hurts. Nevermind, I'll keep my eyes shut.
                          
 I tried to think about the bed. It's pretty comfortable, not the best but it's not bad. Maggie's bed; no. I don't think I left last night but who knows. I stretched out my arms, really not caring where I am. I don't have work today so I'll lay here all day if I'm not kicked out. I rolled over into another position and hit something--someone. I put my head under the covers and tried to open my eyes so the light wouldn't blind me before finding out who this mystery person could be. I'm really hoping it's Maggie or Sarah. When my eyes felt like they were adjusted enough I removed the sheets and squinted.
                          
And there he is: the curly headed, dimple master, Harry Styles--in a small area of the bed. I guess I was taking up most of the space.
                          
I'm way too tired for this right now. I'm just going to pray we didn't have sex and leave. I thought bad Ada was gone but this isn't even phasing me. My thoughts: I'm not with Niall so who cares. That's a terrible thing to think though; I love him.
                          
Sitting up was a struggle but once I did it I looked down at was I was wearing; a grey t-shirt and Harry's boxers. Where are my clothes? I looked around the room, still aching and saw my dress and undergarments spread in front of his dresser. My heart began to beat a little faster, I really hope we didn't have sex. I need to leave before Harry wakes up, maybe he won't remember. He normally never does.
                          
I tried to stand up but got caught in the blanket and fell to the hard floor. I heard foot steps running up the stairs and Harry slowly moving around on the bed. His door opened,
                          
"Harry? Ada?"
                          
"Hey Gemma." I said before laying my head back on the ground. I think I'm still drunk--if that's possible.
                          
I didn't hear Harry say anything but the door shut and Gemma was gone.
                          
"Harry." I tried to yell.
                          
"Hold on." I heard him coming closer but I just cozied up in the blankets some more.
                          
I felt his presence above me but I didn't move.
                          
"Come on Ada, get up." He tugged at the blankets but I held on tight.
                          
"Did we have sex?" Why am I so calm about all of this. He sighed,
                          
"No we didn't have sex." He turned his head and mumbled, "unfortunately."
                          
"Why not?" I asked sitting up.
                          
"Huh?" He said abruptly.
                          
"Why didn't we have sex? I mean, I'm here in your clothes. Mine are tossed in the corner. What happened?"
                          
He smiled." You don't remember?" Oh god. What happened?
                          
"No, please enlighten me." Harry helped me up and I plopped back down on his bed. This is the worst it's ever been. I guess it's only the third or fourth time I've ever been drunk but still.
                          
"We danced, found a room, did some stuff, and then we came back here."
                          
"What does find a room mean? Just tell me what happened."
                          
"Why? So you can go tell your boyfriend and he can kick my ass?"
                          
"I don't have a boyfriend. I broke up with Niall yesterday."