I cleaned the mess on the floor.
There was no one else to do it but me.
So… Yeah.
I don’t want to tell you the details, all I can say is it was gross.
Now the next step is….
To clean Harry up.
Oh no.
How on earth am I going to do this?
He was covered in his own vomit and smelled severely of alcohol.
I hope God will help me get through this.
What?
I’m thinking as if this is a life and death crisis, not a hangover.
What a drama queen.
So here goes.
I struggled with taking his shirt of.
But I was still so lucky it was a button-down.
Button after every button I felt my heart race.
No! No! No!
I only have my eyes for Zayn Malik.
Harry is just a friend.
Not even.
I just kept my eyes shut.
As if I could.
He was just so gorgeously unconscious I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
I was almost done with the buttons.
“Kara…”
“Huh?!” my heart stopped beating.
I can’t let him know that I was undressing him without him knowing.
“Kara…”
That’s when I realized that he was still asleep.
Did he just say my name while he was sleeping? Twice?
Is Harry Styles dreaming about me?
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