I woke up the next morning to a pounding head ache. As I opened my eyes and saw the fireplace instead of my bedside table, I wondered where I was momentarily - before I remembered. I sat up on Harry’s couch, pulling the blanket up over my knees and clutching them to my chest. How could I have been so stupid last night?!
I caught my breath when I noticed Harry sitting in the arm chair across from me, sitting upright, but fast asleep. His head rested uncomfortably on his arm which was placed awkwardly on the arm rest. He had slept out here all night with me...was he keeping an eye on me when he drifted off?
I got up and tip toed over to him, carrying the blanket that I had used for the night. I placed it over him and moved his hand, gently relaxing his head on a cushion. I was careful not to wake him, I didn’t want to disturb him after everything he had done for me last night.

I collected my clothes from the corner of the room, realising I was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers as my pyjamas. I have no idea how I got out of my party clothes, into these ones, I seriously hoped Harry didn’t have to change me. I quietly made my way to the bathroom to get changed when I heard Harry stirring on the couch, he made a grunting noise before he opened his eyes lazily.
He smiled gently when he saw me, ruffling his hair and stretching out his arms.
“Hi.” He said quietly.
“Hi.” I clutched my clothes tightly to my chest.
“How are you feeling this morning?” He threw the blanket to the side of the couch and stood up, stretching out his arms some more.
“I’ve...yeah I’ve been better.” I suppressed a laugh and awkwardly shifted on my feet. “I’m really sorry about last night Harry.”
He furrowed his brow. “What? Don’t be sorry at all. If anything, I was kind of glad to see you.”
I pressed my lips together tightly and looked down at my feet.
“Well, thank you for...you know. Helping me with everything.”
“It’s really no problem.” He smiled gently at me revealing those adorable dimples of his.
“Well, I’m going to go and get changed now.” He nodded as I continued the walk to the bathroom closing the door silently behind me.
As I sat on the toilet seat I heard him moving around in the kitchen. I heard the running of the water and the clinking of the kettle on the stove. I heard the front door open and knew he was getting his morning paper.
I suddenly found myself crying silently to myself. Where did everything go wrong?
I wiped the tears off my eyes, washed my face and brushed my teeth using my finger and a bit of Harry’s toothpaste. I emerged from the bathroom wearing my skirt and Harry’s top - my other one was still sticky from last night.
Harry placed a cup of tea on the edge of the bench, gesturing that it was for me. I clutched the cup between my hands and took a sip.
“Thanks.”
I sat up on the bench stool across from him and idly swirled my spoon around in the searing hot liquid.
“So...what actually happened last night Soph?” He asked.
I felt my body stiffen and my heart skip a beat.
“Didn’t I tell you already?”
“No, you just came in here around 2am and were quiet upset. I asked you what had happened but you didn’t talk about it.”
“What did I talk about then?”
He paused and looked down at his own tea. “Um, how much you missed me.” I heard his voice grow quiet and I felt myself shift in my seat.
“Oh...right.” I took a sip of tea to somehow make the time pass quicker. God this was awkward.
“So, what happened? I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“Yeah, I’m fine now. I just...yeah, I don’t know, I just was at a party and it got kinda stupid. I was just really drunk and didn’t know how to get home and yeah..sorry about just barging in.”
He searched my eyes for more answers. “Are you sure that’s all that happened?”
I nodded and bit down on my bottom lip, trying to look like I was telling the truth.
“Are you sure?” He pressed again.
“I’m sure.”