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6

"Good morning Juniors and Seniors!" Parker says through the microphone and it booms through the gym. This was great for my throbbing headache.

Parker was doing one of her assemblies and they always become rowdy. I stayed by the doorway, trying my best from throwing up everywhere. My eyes roam the room and I see Harry standing by his volleyball team. He was laughing away with Liam.

"Can we have all the captains come up? We have a little game for you all." she says, getting excited. "Whoever wins will receive the best hotel at your next away game. This hotel will have all the amenities you ask for–" she goes on to list all the great things that will come for the winners.

"Do the coaches have anything to say?"

All of the coaches had something to say, especially Harry. I zone him out, quickly slipping out the door. I walk down the empty halls, making my way back to my room. I search through my bag for a pain reliever, then relaxed in my chair in silence.

I rest my head on my desk, rubbing my headache. I regret drinking two bottles of wine by myself. I don't even remember what I did last night. The last thing I can remember was dancing like crazy then I woke up in my bed. Kourtney was still knocked out when I left, so I couldn't get any information from her.

"Morning," someone startles me.

"Oh fuck," I curse out, seeing Harry standing in front of my desk. "Harry, I'm not in the mood right now."

"I'm just checking on you." he says with a shrug. "A lot happened last night,"

"I saw you last night?"

"Rylee, we ended up in bed." he informs me with a slight chuckle and my eyes widen. "Well, Kourtney and I caught you sticking your tongue down Zayn's-"

"Zayn?" I gasp loudly. "Oh my g- that's why he's been calling me." then it hits me. "Wait, did we have sex? Me and you?"

"Sweetheart," he pauses, staring down at me. "Nothing happened. You were drunk, I stayed a little bit to help Kourtney out because you also threw up– a lot."

"Oh thank god," I sigh out with relief. "Now I have to talk to Zayn. You met him last night?" I ask and he just nods. "He was my first love. Also, my first mistake and last– after last night."

"Wow, that's– your first?"

"My first everything." I nod. "We broke up almost a year ago because of some shit he did. The relationship started badly and ended badly. Seven years of my life wasted with him."

"And you want to talk to him." Harry frowns. "Why not leave it alone?"

"There's no leaving it alone. He will find me and try to convince me to get back with him."

Harry glances at his phone then back at me. "I have to head back to the gym. Parker is looking for me."

"I guess I'll head back in a few. I just need to rest my eyes a little longer." I lay my head back down, watching him walk away. "Harry, thanks for talking to me about this. It was a friendly thing to do."

"No problem, whenever you need to talk, I'm around."

-

"Still not feeling good?" Kourtney sits on the coffee table in front of me. She was dressed up in her uniform for work. "You were acting crazy last night." she starts laughing.

I cringe at the thought. "I know. Zayn was a bad idea, a very bad idea."

"What about the 'he's only my colleague' guy? Harry pulled up when I did and he saw you practically fucking Zayn on the couch, then he ends up in your bed." she begins telling last night's events, going to the kitchen. "You had one hell of a night."