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."

"What?" Harry actually seems upset, or maybe just surprised.

"Yes, we broke up. Now tell me why I'm here."

He went through the events. Apparently we eventually found out we were with each other and I slapped him because I thought he knew and then we drank a little more and he took me to his place because I started getting sick. That's what that taste is.

"Can I brush my teeth?"

"Sure." He laughed and found an unopened toothbrush.

I don't know how I'm going to get home. I have no clothes, besides my slutty dress, and I look awful. I splashed some water onto my face and looked at myself in the mirror. I've really lost myself. I thought things were getting better but it seems like nothing will ever be okay while living in this small town.

"Ada?" Harry knocked on the door quietly. I looked back into the mirror and saw that I was crying. Could he hear me?

"I'll be out in a second Harry." Instead of waiting he opened the door.

"Are you okay?"

"No, I'm a mess." I have no other words. As I buried my head in my hands I felt Harry put his arms around me. I just needed some comfort.

Harry's Point of View

"Shh, it's okay." I feel like an asshole now. When I realized it was Ada last night I should have stopped and handed her to Liam. Now she has two hickeys on her neck--that I'm actually quite proud of--and she's hurt. At least this time I didn't hurt her, she did it to herself.

Her tears streamed down my cold chest and I let her cry until we fell to the floor. It was like she was so shaken up she couldn't stand anymore. I leaned against the shower wall, in my boxers with Ada cuddled next to me crying. Even though this really isn't my fault, I'll always feel guilty when Ada is upset.

"Hey, it's okay. You didn't do anything wrong. It's my turn to take care of you. You took care of me all summer; I owed you." She coughed a laugh and I wiped some tears from her face. "Do you want to shower?" I'm sure she feels gross from last night. We were both sweating so much and I made her extremely wet which probably doesn't feel good either.

"Uh, yeah."

"Okay, I'll get some of Gemma's clothes for you." I kissed her on the forehead not really thinking about what I'm doing but she didn't react.

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I walked into Harper's and sat down with Louis. I know Ada isn't working today so this is the last place she'll be. I'm pretty sure she's working on stuff for our next concert.

"You have fun last night?" Louis asked, sipping on his tea.

"Ahh, last night was a mess." I ran my hand through my hair and shook it out. "I screwed up big time."

"Let me guess, Ada?"

"Mhmm." I haven't talked to the guys about her in forever. "Louis, I screwed up bad. I mean, probably one of the worst things I could have done."

"What'd you do. I'm sure it wasn't that bad."

"I already told you about how Ada and I accidentally snogged and how I 'pleasured' her. But I left out a small detail."

"You guys did have sex, didn't you!"

"No! And keep your voice down!" Louis laughed and a few girls came to the table. They looked like they were maybe fourteen or fifteen.

"Hi." I said to the girls with a smile. I tried to hide my hangover and exhaustion.

"Hi, umm, can we get your autographs?" They giggled and squealed while Louis and I looked at each other in awe.

"Uhh, yeah sure!" Louis took a picture from them that they took at the concert and signed it and then handed it to me.

"Wow, this is a great picture!" I said as I signed it. I didn't know how to sign it, I don't really have a proper signature.

"Thank you!" They said and then ran away to their mums.

"Well that's weird." Louis said with a smile. "Anyway, go on."

"Well, when she found out it was me and pushed me away we both felt a little awkward so Ada tried to stand up and walk out. When she started to fall over I caught her and we ended up kissing again."

"Alright, but that really isn't that bad."

"Well, she kinda, uhh--" I looked down at my crotch.

"She went down on you? You son of a bitch!" He laughed. "That's awful Harry!"

"I couldn't help it. I mean I could have, but drunk Harry was just like, whatever."

"How'd it feel?"

"Good, really good." I sighed, having flashbacks just made me want her even more.

Louis laughed again, "You better tell her mate. She may find out if you don't."

"You wouldn't tell her!"

"No, no, that's not what I mean. The truth just seems to come out all the time, doesn't it?" I shrugged,

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

We finished our drinks and then went our separate ways. Maybe I should just do some homework tonight, I don't know if I can handle another night like that.

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