Back to Daniella's POV.

Have you ever had your head run over by a tractor? Me neither, but I imagine this is what it would feel like. I try to open my eyes but the light coming in through the window makes my headache worse. I sit up and take my face into my hands to shield them from the bright sunlight. I felt like death, probably looked like it too. I should really reconsider my drinking the next time I go out.

I am finally able to open my eyes a bit and felt a panic at the realization that this wasn't my dorm. Holy fuck, what did I do? I take the covers off of me and see I'm still wearing all of my clothes. That's a good start, right? I searched the room for any signs of who's room I could be but there was none. It was a very simple room with hardly any decoration.

I hear talking from outside the door and wonder what I should do. Either go out there and ask who brought me here or pretend to be asleep and sneak out once they leave. I really have to pee so I think my choice has been made. I get up and stumble a little, my headache was doing nothing for my balance. I press my ear to the cold door before opening it to get an idea of who is there. Two guys shouting random words. I recognize one of those voices. It's Harry.

I don't know whether to feel relief it's someone I know or to feel alarmed at what might have happened last night. Crap. I slowly turn the knob, knowing I have to face Harry after who knows what kind of night. I begin to pull the door open and the voices suddenly go silent.
I squeeze through the opening as if I were sneaking out of the room to see Harry and another guy on the couch, both looking at me. I notice they were watching Family Feud, that explains the random words they were yelling.

"Good morning." Harry greets me with his dimpled smile. "This is Scott, my roommate." he continues gesturing at the guy next to him. Scott gives me a quick wave then excuses himself to what I assume is his room. Harry then stands and comes over to me, a small smile on his face.
"Where is your bathroom?" I ask holding my head. Oh, the pain!!
"Door next to the kitchen." he points to a white door on our right.

Without saying anything I dart for the bathroom. I must have peed a gallon. Geez, I thought alcohol dehydrated us not make us pee like horses. I stand in front of the mirror and see I in fact don't look like death. Nope. I look like death's uglier cousin. Fuck. I wash my face with cold water to rid me of all smeared makeup and dry drool on my cheeks. I then move to my hair and try to brush it a bit with my fingers. Sadly, it's not really making a difference. I spot a black hair tie on the counter that I can only assume is Harry's. I take it and bring my mess of a hair into a pony tail. Much better.

When I exit the bathroom, I see Harry leaning over the small island in the kitchen. Two mugs are in front of him. I approach him and rest my elbows on there.
"Coffee for you." he pushes a mug towards me.
"And tea for you?" I smile.
"Of course. You know us British people." he then let's out a small laugh. I must have missed the joke.
"So. I'm just going to get to the point. How did I get here and how much of a fool did I make myself?" I'm not in denial, I know how I get with alcohol.
"I brought you here to get sobered up but you ended up falling asleep. You didn't do anything embarrassing." Harry takes a sip from his tea and I see he has a sweet smile on his lips.
"Boy am I glad to hear that! Thanks for taking care of me, Harry." I begin to bring my hand to his in gratitude but stop myself. I know physical contact will send my heart beating uncontrollably.
"You're welcome. That's what friends are for." he then looks down at his cup, his smile gone.
"Right. Friends." I assure him.
"Right." he clears his throat and turns his back to rinse his cup in the sink.
Great, Daniella, you made him uncomfortable.
"Well, I think I'm going to head out. Thanks for the coffee and everything." I say and grab my bag before I'm interrupted.
"Wait, let me take you home." Harry offers grabbing his keys, he wasn't going to take a no.
Oh boy, this car ride is going to be hella awkward.

Notes

I need an update on Sinister World, Kal! I know you're reading. :D