Best friend Harry request! You both go out clubbing with mutual friends and he is so protective over you while you get drunk. Then he takes you home and helps you since you are drunk. Stays the night and helps in the morning with a hangover
And in the morning, in her tiny flat, she’s woken up, rather suddenly and quite confused, to the horrific sound of the fire alarm beeping around the tiny property with Harry’s slurs muffled under the noise and shrieks and yells being heard as he drops pots and pans to the floor and runs the cold water over the hot frying pan in his hand. Sizzling as the cold water hits the hot and liquidised fat that stuck to the metal. When she kicks the duvet from her body, she’s dressed in a t-shirt and sleep shorts that she just cannot remember changing into. Wondering why Harry was there and whether he’d stayed the night because her mind just couldn’t think back to the events that happened.
Stumbling into the kitchen and gripping her aching forehead with her palm, she yells out to him and begs for him to shut everything up because she’s struggling to cope with her headache and the nausea that bubble away in her belly.
“The party animal has awoken after her crazy night of boozing. Good morning,” he laughs, a spatula in his hand and he halted his movements of sliding bacon onto a plate, spinning on his socked heels, “Christ, you look rough, love. You look like you’re about to throw up.”
“If you don’t shut this shit up, I’ll throw up over your feet. Why are you here? I just wanted to sleep all day and work my own way through this hangover,” she grumbles, falling into a dining table chair resting her head on her forearms, “I didn’t want to see your face today. I had enough of that last night.”
“Oh, my heart!” He gasps, dramatically clutching his heart with his free hand, “you’ve wounded me.”
“Piss off, you wanker.”
“I made breakfast for you, love. Bacon sandwiches with plenty of tommy sauce in ‘em since you crave that like a pregnant woman when you’re hungover,” he chuckles, taking a plate over towards her that’s towered with two bacon sandwiches cut into triangles, “I’m going for a shower and then I’ll be out of your hair for the day. I’ve got some emails to finish off and then I have to pop into the studio to record some stuff for the new single.”
And as he presses a kiss to her clammy forehead, she grabs his wrist and pulls him back to her, her arms wrapping around his waist as she presses her face against his stomach.
“Stay with me. I need your help today. I can’t be alone,” she whines, his fingers raking through her hair as she hums softly and hooks a leg around his, “you can use my laptop for your emails. I don’t care. I just want you to stay and look after me.” xx