"Urghhhh" I moaned as I opened my eyes a fraction and the searing daylight instantly made my head throb. I grabbed blindly around for my phone on my bedside table but I couldn't find it. Infact, I couldn't find my bedside table at all... I rolled onto my side and opened my eyes fully. Where was I? I sat up gingerly, my head throbbing and gasped. Louis' room...and not alone. My eyes wide in terror, I saw my dress casually strewn on the end of the bed, next to some trousers and a white shirt. "Shit...shit,shit,shit" I muttered, as the person next to me stirred. "Harry?" I asked, my voice almost whining. "What the...Alice?" he asked and I saw his eyes widen in shock as realisation hit him. "Please tell me this didn't happen!" I begged but he just sat there, speechless. "Did we...we didn't...?" he asked but the memories were flooding back to my brain. The vodka, the kissing, the undressing... "Oh my god we did!" I gasped, pulling the duvet around me tighter. Ok, first things fir! st. "Harry...tell me we were...safe?" I asked, not meeting his eyes. "Erm...I don't know" he said awkwardly and I felt my heart drop. My head was throbbing, I couldn't think straight. "I'm never drinking again" I moaned, grabbing my dress and shuffling into it under the duvet. I shoved my hair out of my face and headed to the bedroom door. "Alice?" Harry's voice came from the bed and I turned around. "What, Harry?" I snapped, majorly stressed. "I'm sorry, I would never have done that to you sober" he
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