I pull my shirt over my head revealing my torso to the half naked girl underneath me.

I don't know her name.

I didn't even ask.

I don't fucking care.

"You have so many tattoos." She tells me as if I didn't already fucking know. Her fingertips trace lightly over the swallows on my chest, causing me to flinch from the touch.

Fuck I feel sick.

I can't even fucking see straight, her face is a complete blur.

How the fuck am I meant to get my fucking dick inside her when I'm unable to focus?

The room is spinning like I'm on the fucking teacups at Disneyland.

I shouldn't have drunk so much.

I think I might throw up.

Her fingers lace in the cross chain around my neck pulling me close crashing our lips together. Her lips trying to mould with mine but I'm completely numb to it, my mouth doesn't even move.

Kiss the woman!

She's not Riley.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Fuck, my head is killing.

I roll over pulling the girl on top of me, hoping switching positions would help.

Her long, dyed purple hair flows down off her shoulders as our lips come into contact again. This time I manage to open my mouth as her tongue darts out to find mine. I take her bottom lip in between my teeth, gently nibbling. My fingers lightly stroke her back, causing her to giggle.

I giggle I don't recognise.

Not the adorable one that I like so much.

She's not Riley.

I cup her breast with my hand, teasing the erect bud between my thumb and forefinger, causing her to moan against my mouth.

Her moans are doing nothing for me.

No dick twitches, nothing.

I feel absolutely nothing.

Maybe it's the weed fucking with my body?

Her hand palms my dick over my jeans, slowly moving in an up and down motion. I screw my eyes shut trying to focus on the feeling of her fingers stroking my cock, but again I feel nothing.

What the fuck am I doing?

I don't want this random girl.

She's not Riley.

"I'm sorry I can't do this." I tell her, moving her off me, scrambling off the mattress onto my feet. I sit down on the edge of the bed, taking a huge breath trying to compose myself.

"What a disappointment." She huffs. "Are you like gay or something?"

I'm definitely not gay.

"Yeah, totally." I nod agreeing with whatever she is saying.

Makes my life a whole lot easier than telling the truth.

"That's a shame. We could have had a wild night." she places her hand on my bare shoulder before moving past me off the bed, picking up her clothes along the way. "I have a gay friend, maybe I can hook you up, he's pretty hot." She tells me, pulling her top down to cover herself

"Yeah sure."

What the fuck am I even saying?

"I'll get your number from Mitch and I'll have my friend call you sometime." She says, turning around to walk out of the door.

"Awesome." I sigh.

No Harry, it's not awesome. It's not even the slightest bit awesome.

You dick.

I need to get the fuck out of here.

I grab my t shirt off the floor putting it back before I storm out of the room.

I see Mitch sitting on the couch, the girl from earlier sprawled across his lap.

I need to find my jacket.

I stumble over to the couch, tripping over an empty bottle of vodka laying on the floor.

"Fuck." I mumble to myself.

I can't walk straight.

I can't think straight.

Fuck I even told some girl I wasn't straight.

Kill me now!

"Woah, bro. What are you doing?" Mitch asks me as I pick up my jacket from the floor beside him. I put my hand in the pocket trying to find my phone. I finally find it and I immediately switch it on.

"I've got to go." I tell him.

"You can't drive home Harry. You're fucked."

"I'll figure something out." I breathe, trying to put my jacket on but I can't seem to do the simplest of tasks at the moment.

My phone is going crazy in my hand, there must be fuck loads of texts and missed calls, but I can't bare to look at any right now.

I open the door to leave. "I'll come pick my car up tomorrow." I say, slamming the door behind me before Mitch could say anything.

I need some air.

...

I've been outside for nearly an hour, I managed to find a little convenient store that was open and I purchased a big bottle of water, chewing gum and some deodorant considering I stink of alcohol and weed right now, it's making me feel sick again.

Taking another gulp of water, I pull out my phone to finally look at the time, it's 9.45pm.

Shit. I didn't even realise it was that late, I've been at Mitchell's all day. My plan was to make it home before school finished so my parents were none the wiser.

Epic fail.

I finally pluck up the courage to look through my messages.

I have a few from Niall, Vicky, Louis and my parents.

I suppose I should read theirs first.

Mom:
Where are you? The school phoned and told us you never turned up. What the hell are you playing at Harry?

Mom:
Answer your phone

Mom:
Harry? Please let me know you are okay.

Dad:
I suggest you get home right now!!

Dad:
Your mother and I are worried. Phone us when you get these messages.

Dad:
Consider yourself grounded for the rest of your life.

Well, I'm going to be in a fuck load of trouble when I get home.

I skip the ones from my friends until I see two from Riley.

Riley:
I knew there was something wrong with you when I saw you this morning. I had a feeling you wasn't going to turn up to school. I'm not going to ask where you are or what you are doing. But I just wanted to tell you that I'm always here for you if you need to talk or just to hang out with, I know you have gone off milkshakes but how about a pizza? Everyone likes pizza. I hope you are feeling better xx

Riley:
If you need an alibi let me know ;) xx

Here I go, stupidly smiling again.

I actually might need to take her up on that offer.

Though my parents are never going to believe I was with Riley all day. She's too sweet and innocent.

I laugh at the word.

She's definitely not innocent.

I debate for a few minutes if I should call a taxi or Niall.

I could be waiting forever for a taxi considering the neighbourhood is in the middle of fucking nowhere.

But Niall will ask me a bunch of questions that I don't want to answer and I won't be able to avoid them if I'm in the car with him for an hour.

I pull up the contacts on my phone and dial the only person who I would want to see right now.

Riley.

"Hello, Harry?" She says into the receiver.

As soon as I hear her voice it's like I've forgotten how to speak.

Say something you idiot.

"Harry? Are you there? Hello!"

"Hey, sorry I'm here." I finally say.

I swear I make myself look like an dick more and more each day.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine now."  I reassure her.

"That's good. Are you at home?"

"No I'm not at home, that's kind of why I called."

"Oh. You're not calling me from like jail or something are you? It's kinda cute that you used me as your one phone call, what's it like on the inside?" She jokes, making me laugh.

"Anyone ever told you that you watch too many movies?"

"All the time." She laughs.

There it is.

That perfect giggle.

"Where do you need me to pick you up from?" Shes asks like she's reading my mind.

I'm telling you she has some sort of secret powers.

"You don't have too."

"It's fine Harry, text me the address. It's no problem."

She's too nice.

"Thank you Riley."

"You don't have to thank me, I'll see you soon." She tells me before hanging up.

I don't deserve her kindness.

I really need to apologise for my behaviour towards her earlier.

But how many times can I apologise before she doesn't want to hear it anymore?

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