Pretty Please Don't Pinch Me

30. The Text Message

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I awake feeling well rested, despite having consumed copious amounts of alcohol, and notice the only thing missing from this equation is Harry. I think back to last night's events and smile to myself. I'm kind of glad that I had decided to drink or I may not have allowed myself to get so carried away. I had never gone that far sêxually with a guy before, and I am thankful for a couple of my firsts to be with Harry. I think back to what he whispered into my ear, and just the thought of it makes me blush.

"I want to see your true reaction when I'm inside you for the first time..."

I put my underwear back on; grab the blanket from the bed and envelope myself within its soft fabric to cover myself as I venture throughout the house. I knock on the closed door of the connecting bathroom and call his name,

"Harry?"

No answer.

I shuffle out into the other parts of the house and almost trip on the fabric of the blanket while it drags along the floor behind me.

"Harry?" I call out, but no one answers.

Instead I hear someone groaning near the front entrance. I almost drop the blanket in the desperation of the situation and instead find a shirtless Liam, laid flat on his stomach against the cool floorboards.

Shīt!

I instantly rush to his side,

"Liam, are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance?" I say in a clear, loud manner. "Can you hear me?"

"Mhmmm..?" he manages to say, half asleep.

He opens his eyes and they widen as he sees I'm only in the lingerie from last night. I open my mouth wide in shock and cover up as best as I can. Once Liam gets over the initial shock, he looks away slightly embarrassed. This gives me a chance to fix the blanket, and I wrap it extra tightly around myself.

"Um, sorry," I say, absolutely mortified. I know we're all adults here, but it's still really awkward for him to see me in this position, and probably jump to conclusions that never actually happened. I'm almost tempted to explain myself, but I know I'd only dig myself into a larger, and far more embarrassing hole. "Have you seen Harry? He wasn't in the room..."

His eyes are so red and he looks terrible. Wow, he must have had a lot to drink after we left. He seemed fine when we left him at the club.

"You just missed him," he croaks. "He left about...ten minutes ago maybe. He asked me to drop you home when you're ready to go."

Wait, what?

Why would Liam drop me off instead of Harry? Did I do something wrong last night? Was it something I said? Was it something I did? Then, like a freight train, it hits me. The virginity thing. It was obviously too much for him to deal with. But it doesn't make any sense. Why would he do those acts with me last night?

Because he used you.

What kind of person would do that? What kind of person leaves a girl after a night like that? He seemed so genuine about everything.

What makes you think he would be any different to other boys? He played you, and you were stupid enough to fall for it.

All these questions run through my head on a loop and I can't seem to find the right answers for them. I feel unbelievably pathetic. Was I so bad that he had to avoid me the next morning?