Fame
Chapter 21
Warning: If you have a weak stomach or don't like vomit, I suggest you skip this chapter.
Jessica's P.O.V.
When we got back to the house, everyone was back from their alone time with their significant others. Over dinner we all talked about what we did. They all said they had seen the picture of Harry and I on Instagram. Eleanor showed Harry and I the picture she took of us sleeping, and I've got to admit, it was pretty cute.
After dinner, Louis suggested we all go to a club again. Perrie and Danielle weren't in the mood, so we decided to have a girls night in and all of the boys would go clubbing.
“Don't wait up for me babe, I'll give you a cuddle when I'm home if you're still awake” Harry said, kissing my forehead.
“I haven't slept by myself in so long” I replied, trying to remember the last time that I actually had slept in a bed alone.
“I'm pretty sure that we've gone to sleep together like every night this past week and a half that we've been officially together” Harry said.
I had a feeling he was correct there! I helped Harry pick out what to wear. According to him, my opinion is the 'most important opinion' when it comes to his dress attire. I picked black slacks and a black Burberry shirt that had white love hearts on it (pretty much what he wore to the This Is Us London premiere but without the jacket).
The guys all left around 11 pm, and us girls instantly got changed into our pajamas. I was wearing short shorts and one of Harry's v-necks. We all went to one of the living rooms to watch a movie. We decided on a cute girly one. Perrie and Danielle were sitting on one sofa, and I was sitting between Eleanor and Kendall on another. I forgot to say, Kendall apologized to me that day after the whole telling everyone how rich I am thing. I decided to let it slide since we're on vacation and she's been my best friend for the past 4 years!
When the movie was over, we watched a few episodes of '2 Broke Girls'. I love that show so much, it's so hysterical.
It was around 2am when we decided to all go to bed. We knew the guys would be home around 3 or half 3, and we were all getting pretty tired. Since Eleanor's and Kendall's rooms are also upstairs, I text them both and told them to come to my room. The three of us sat on the balcony, drinking glasses of white wine and taking in the beautiful Hawaiian view. We were in the middle of a conversation about how often Kendall and Niall have sex, when we were interrupted by the murmurs of people in the garden. The three of us looked over the balcony edge to see Zayn and Louis walking towards one of the doors to get in the house, with someone being carried between them with their head down. Niall and Liam followed behind them, meaning the person they were carrying was Harry. I put my glass of wine down before running through the bedroom and down the stairs. Eleanor and Kendall followed behind me.
“What happened to him?” I asked, going over to Harry and lifting up his head.
His eyes were closed and his face was pale. I let go of his chin and his head flopped back down.
“Oh shit Jess, we were hoping you'd be asleep. Harry here had a bit too much vodka and well.. This is what happens when he drinks too much vodka” Niall said, trying to calm my worries by making a joke out of it.
“How much did he have?” I asked, lifting his head up again.
“I lost count after his 9th double shot” Zayn said.
My mouth dropped a little. 9 double shots! Was he trying to kill himself? I can hardly handle 1 double shot! Heck, I can hardly handle a normal shot!
“Here, lay him down on the sofa” Eleanor suggested.
Harry unwrapped his arms from Zayn and Louis. He stumbled back a bit, before pushing them both away by the chest. I took a step back, not knowing what he was gonna do.
“I wur-dent stand so close if I wuz you” Harry mumbled, before vomiting all down himself and on the floor.
Everyone turned their heads and took another step back.
“We need to get him to a toilet” Liam said, bringing over a saucepan just in time for Harry to get sick into it.
Liam told everyone to leave and that he would look after Harry, but I insisted on helping. The two of us managed to bring Harry to the nearest bedroom, which happened to be a spare bedroom. We brought him into the en-suite and Liam sat Harry on the floor beside the toilet.
“We need to get those clothes off him, they reek of sick” Liam said, scrunching his nose.
“I'll do it” I replied, as I began unbuttoning Harry's shirt.
Thank goodness it was a shirt and not a t-shirt. If it was a t-shirt, we would have had to pull it over his head getting his own sick in his face and hair. I didn't mind the small bit of vomit that got on my fingers while taking off his shirt and slacks. I threw Harry's clothes in the bath and poured a little hot water on them and left them there.
“I'm gonna get him some water, try get him to get sick all the drink up” Liam said, leaving the bathroom.
“Harry, babe can you do me a favor?” I gently asked, rubbing his bare back.
He slowly nodded in response.
“Can you stick your fingers down your throat and make yourself sick? It will make you feel better” I cooed.
He nodded again before doing exactly as I said. I stood up and held his hair out of his face. The sound of vomit pouring into the toilet filled the small bathroom. I turned my head into my shoulder to block the smell.
Liam returned with a tall glass of cold water.
“You can go ahead to bed now, I'll manage with him” I said to Liam, still holding Harry's hair.
“Are you positive? Is there anything you need before I go?” he asked.
I love Liam so much, he's such a cutie.
“Could you just run up to mine and Harry's room and in the bathroom there should be one of his hairbands there, can you bring that down to me please? Oh, and my phone on the balcony table as well, please” I asked.
“Of course!” Liam smiled before bolting out of the room.
He returned about a minute later and I thanked him before bidding him goodnight.
I checked my phone to see it was 5:47am. I was sitting with my back to the bathroom door. Harry was lying on the floor in his sick which he didn't bother sitting up to let out into the toilet. Nope, he just decided to projectile barf all over the floor and the wall. And then lie in it. Getting it on his face and in his hair. At least he was nearly completely sober and I was sure there wasn't a lot left to be sick.
“I'm such a dick head” he said, breaking the silence.
“How?” I asked confused.
“Because we had the perfect day together and I've gone and ruined it by keeping you up all night helping me get sick” he replied, his voice cracking a little.
“It's not your fault Harry! I want to help you. I want you to know that I'll always help you when you need me. You've woken up in the middle of the night to help me when I was drunk. I will always do the same for you. Even when you're sober, if you need me in the middle of the night, I'll be there. Okay? You didn't ruin anything. You've been such an amazing boyfriend and you make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world” I said, running my fingers through the part of his hair that was still clean.
“I'll always be there for you too. You're the amazing one. I'm the lucky one, because I have such an incredible girl in my life. You. And you're the most beautiful, the smartest, the kindest, the funniest, most special girl I know. I've only known you a month and a half, and we've been together for less than two weeks, but you mean so much to me. And just hearing you say how much you care about me makes me know for sure that you like me for me, not for 'Harry Styles from One Direction', just Harry” he said, cracking again as he spoke, as if he was about to cry which made me nearly cry.
“Well then Harry, do you think you'll be sick again?” I asked, standing up.
“Nuh uh” he shook his head, still lying sideways on the floor.
“Okay, so how about you sit up, I'll wash the sick out of your hair, and then I'll take you to bed. Sound good?” I suggested.
Harry nodded and began to sit up. I grabbed his hands and pulled him so that he was sitting leaning against the bathtub. Thank goodness I had no shoes or socks on, because I was pretty much standing in his sick as I washed his hair.
After washing his hair, I washed his body down with a sponge and dried his body and hair with a towel. I wrapped my arm around his waist and he slung his arm around my shoulder as we walked a few feet to the bed which was right outside the door. I tucked Harry in and kissed his forehead, before going back into the bathroom to clean up the disgusting floor and toilet.
Jessica's P.O.V.
When we got back to the house, everyone was back from their alone time with their significant others. Over dinner we all talked about what we did. They all said they had seen the picture of Harry and I on Instagram. Eleanor showed Harry and I the picture she took of us sleeping, and I've got to admit, it was pretty cute.
After dinner, Louis suggested we all go to a club again. Perrie and Danielle weren't in the mood, so we decided to have a girls night in and all of the boys would go clubbing.
“Don't wait up for me babe, I'll give you a cuddle when I'm home if you're still awake” Harry said, kissing my forehead.
“I haven't slept by myself in so long” I replied, trying to remember the last time that I actually had slept in a bed alone.
“I'm pretty sure that we've gone to sleep together like every night this past week and a half that we've been officially together” Harry said.
I had a feeling he was correct there! I helped Harry pick out what to wear. According to him, my opinion is the 'most important opinion' when it comes to his dress attire. I picked black slacks and a black Burberry shirt that had white love hearts on it (pretty much what he wore to the This Is Us London premiere but without the jacket).
The guys all left around 11 pm, and us girls instantly got changed into our pajamas. I was wearing short shorts and one of Harry's v-necks. We all went to one of the living rooms to watch a movie. We decided on a cute girly one. Perrie and Danielle were sitting on one sofa, and I was sitting between Eleanor and Kendall on another. I forgot to say, Kendall apologized to me that day after the whole telling everyone how rich I am thing. I decided to let it slide since we're on vacation and she's been my best friend for the past 4 years!
When the movie was over, we watched a few episodes of '2 Broke Girls'. I love that show so much, it's so hysterical.
It was around 2am when we decided to all go to bed. We knew the guys would be home around 3 or half 3, and we were all getting pretty tired. Since Eleanor's and Kendall's rooms are also upstairs, I text them both and told them to come to my room. The three of us sat on the balcony, drinking glasses of white wine and taking in the beautiful Hawaiian view. We were in the middle of a conversation about how often Kendall and Niall have sex, when we were interrupted by the murmurs of people in the garden. The three of us looked over the balcony edge to see Zayn and Louis walking towards one of the doors to get in the house, with someone being carried between them with their head down. Niall and Liam followed behind them, meaning the person they were carrying was Harry. I put my glass of wine down before running through the bedroom and down the stairs. Eleanor and Kendall followed behind me.
“What happened to him?” I asked, going over to Harry and lifting up his head.
His eyes were closed and his face was pale. I let go of his chin and his head flopped back down.
“Oh shit Jess, we were hoping you'd be asleep. Harry here had a bit too much vodka and well.. This is what happens when he drinks too much vodka” Niall said, trying to calm my worries by making a joke out of it.
“How much did he have?” I asked, lifting his head up again.
“I lost count after his 9th double shot” Zayn said.
My mouth dropped a little. 9 double shots! Was he trying to kill himself? I can hardly handle 1 double shot! Heck, I can hardly handle a normal shot!
“Here, lay him down on the sofa” Eleanor suggested.
Harry unwrapped his arms from Zayn and Louis. He stumbled back a bit, before pushing them both away by the chest. I took a step back, not knowing what he was gonna do.
“I wur-dent stand so close if I wuz you” Harry mumbled, before vomiting all down himself and on the floor.
Everyone turned their heads and took another step back.
“We need to get him to a toilet” Liam said, bringing over a saucepan just in time for Harry to get sick into it.
Liam told everyone to leave and that he would look after Harry, but I insisted on helping. The two of us managed to bring Harry to the nearest bedroom, which happened to be a spare bedroom. We brought him into the en-suite and Liam sat Harry on the floor beside the toilet.
“We need to get those clothes off him, they reek of sick” Liam said, scrunching his nose.
“I'll do it” I replied, as I began unbuttoning Harry's shirt.
Thank goodness it was a shirt and not a t-shirt. If it was a t-shirt, we would have had to pull it over his head getting his own sick in his face and hair. I didn't mind the small bit of vomit that got on my fingers while taking off his shirt and slacks. I threw Harry's clothes in the bath and poured a little hot water on them and left them there.
“I'm gonna get him some water, try get him to get sick all the drink up” Liam said, leaving the bathroom.
“Harry, babe can you do me a favor?” I gently asked, rubbing his bare back.
He slowly nodded in response.
“Can you stick your fingers down your throat and make yourself sick? It will make you feel better” I cooed.
He nodded again before doing exactly as I said. I stood up and held his hair out of his face. The sound of vomit pouring into the toilet filled the small bathroom. I turned my head into my shoulder to block the smell.
Liam returned with a tall glass of cold water.
“You can go ahead to bed now, I'll manage with him” I said to Liam, still holding Harry's hair.
“Are you positive? Is there anything you need before I go?” he asked.
I love Liam so much, he's such a cutie.
“Could you just run up to mine and Harry's room and in the bathroom there should be one of his hairbands there, can you bring that down to me please? Oh, and my phone on the balcony table as well, please” I asked.
“Of course!” Liam smiled before bolting out of the room.
He returned about a minute later and I thanked him before bidding him goodnight.
I checked my phone to see it was 5:47am. I was sitting with my back to the bathroom door. Harry was lying on the floor in his sick which he didn't bother sitting up to let out into the toilet. Nope, he just decided to projectile barf all over the floor and the wall. And then lie in it. Getting it on his face and in his hair. At least he was nearly completely sober and I was sure there wasn't a lot left to be sick.
“I'm such a dick head” he said, breaking the silence.
“How?” I asked confused.
“Because we had the perfect day together and I've gone and ruined it by keeping you up all night helping me get sick” he replied, his voice cracking a little.
“It's not your fault Harry! I want to help you. I want you to know that I'll always help you when you need me. You've woken up in the middle of the night to help me when I was drunk. I will always do the same for you. Even when you're sober, if you need me in the middle of the night, I'll be there. Okay? You didn't ruin anything. You've been such an amazing boyfriend and you make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world” I said, running my fingers through the part of his hair that was still clean.
“I'll always be there for you too. You're the amazing one. I'm the lucky one, because I have such an incredible girl in my life. You. And you're the most beautiful, the smartest, the kindest, the funniest, most special girl I know. I've only known you a month and a half, and we've been together for less than two weeks, but you mean so much to me. And just hearing you say how much you care about me makes me know for sure that you like me for me, not for 'Harry Styles from One Direction', just Harry” he said, cracking again as he spoke, as if he was about to cry which made me nearly cry.
“Well then Harry, do you think you'll be sick again?” I asked, standing up.
“Nuh uh” he shook his head, still lying sideways on the floor.
“Okay, so how about you sit up, I'll wash the sick out of your hair, and then I'll take you to bed. Sound good?” I suggested.
Harry nodded and began to sit up. I grabbed his hands and pulled him so that he was sitting leaning against the bathtub. Thank goodness I had no shoes or socks on, because I was pretty much standing in his sick as I washed his hair.
After washing his hair, I washed his body down with a sponge and dried his body and hair with a towel. I wrapped my arm around his waist and he slung his arm around my shoulder as we walked a few feet to the bed which was right outside the door. I tucked Harry in and kissed his forehead, before going back into the bathroom to clean up the disgusting floor and toilet.
@jstyles uptade please!
10/9/14