Amethyst || Harry Styles

Thirty

This story isn't as rated R as Wattpad makes it out to be lmfao I would have fixed it but that's only if I do th*s wh*ch is somt*mes annoy*ng hah*h lol

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Thirty 

"Ugh." I groan, rolling over onto my stomach and stuffing my face into my pillow. "My head." I groan again. "It hurts." 

"I know." I hear Jasmine groan besides me. Hearing her voice makes my head rise up, squinting my eyes open in search for the girl. I see her besides me- well actually I see her hair that is poking out from underneath the duvet. 

Memories come back from our night out in the club. I remember drinking, the lady that was attracted to me, Jasmine throwing her drink down the lady's dress, me and Jasmine grinding, me getting turned on, and us dancing. The rest is a blur.

"Do you happen to know how we got home last night?" I croak out, getting more under the duvet since I am starting to shiver from the cold air.

"You called a taxi...I think." Jasmine says groggily.

Now when she mentions it, I vaguely remember that. A blush rises on my cheeks when I remember parts of an intense make out session in the back of the taxi. Yeah, I bet the taxi driver was not impressed. I really hope I tipped him well. 

"Now I remember how bad hangovers are." I say. Feeling the need for more warmth, I scoot closer to Jasmine, my arm brushing against her back making goosebumps rise on my skin. 

I start to blush more, feeling awkward and embarrassed if she were to reject my offer for cuddling. We did make out and grind last night, but most of that was under the influence of alcohol, this situation is completely different. We are sober now, and cuddling is more intimate. It is a huge step in our relationship- if we even are in one...we haven't made it official yet.

"You're freezing." Jasmine notes, turning over to look at me. Seeing her from this angle under the sunlight, in my bed makes me feel weird tingles inside of my stomach. 

"I am." I reply back, giving her a weak smile. 

"Come here." He says, opening her arms.

I move closer to Jasmine, her arm wrapping around my waist, her hand rubbing my back. I notice our chests pressed together, and this is when I finally realize that we are both in only our underwear. My face starts to heat up even more, the warmth radiating everywhere in my body. It's too hot now.

"You're red." Jasmine giggles. 

"I know- it's just that- um-" I scratch my head. "You're not wearing a shirt. Or pants."

"Neither are you." Jasmine smirks. "But don't worry, we didn't have sex." She says, continuing to stare at me as my face turns even more red. 

I don't say anything, just focusing on trying to calm down. I feel weird to be honest. Just so weird, awkward and out of place. Yes, being in her arms feels nice, but it's weird knowing that we were grinding and heavily making out last night. I feel so embarrassed that I got hard for her and she knew. 

"I'm going to take a shower." I say, unfolding from her grasp and getting out of the bed.

I look at Jasmine and see her check me out, her face expressionless since I basically just shot her down by getting out of the bed. I look down at myself and just see me in only my boxers, again the awkward feeling coming back. 

"You can use the washroom in the hallway." I tell her before entering my washroom and locking the door behind me. 

I immediately walk to the sink, turning on the tap and washing my hands before taking my tooth brush and tooth paste to brush my teeth. I could taste my horrible breath and it makes me cringe. I brush my teeth even longer than I usually do, using mouthwash afterwards. I take off my boxers and enter the shower, turning on the hot water.