*Reagan’s POV*
“Reagan?” I could feel myself turn in bed again trying to get away from whoever it was that was calling my name. My brain felt like it was pounding against my skull and my mouth was dryer than the Sahara Desert.

“Reagan wake up!” This time I’m being shaken and my eyelids feel as if they have cement blocks attached to them as I slowly lift them open to see none other than Harold Edward Styles looking back at me with furrowed eyebrows. His hair is all over and his eyes are like glittering emeralds even though they’re narrowed at me. The dark circles around them have lightened slightly, but his eye whites are a red tell all, proving to me that he hasn’t gotten proper rest. He raises one of his furrowed brow and then looks at me closely before he lies back down on his side facing me, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

“You were talking in your sleep...” The look of concern mixed with another emotion never left his face.

“What time is it? I’m going to be late for work!” I sit up too quickly and the sunlight pushes me back down. I think my eyes are melting!

“It’s only ten. You said you didn’t have to work until twelve. What were you dreaming about?” H. hands me a glass of water and an aspirin and I happily take it from him, not losing the irony of the situation.

“I don’t remember...what was I saying?”

“I’d rather not repeat it.”

Harry stood quickly from the bed and I could tell he was aggravated. It’s still early, way too early for this. I don’t feel like bickering so I drop the subject and stand on shaky legs after him.

I head to the bathroom grabbing my toothbrush all too happy with the minty refresher after my behavior last night. I cringe when I think about the way that I revealed what happened at the office, but it’s a good thing that H. knows. As I rinse my mouth out, another flash of him jumping into his car try to go find Peyton tells me otherwise.

When I get back to his room to gather my things for work, there are two mugs of tea on his bedside table and a muffin there for me to eat. I pick up a mug and take a sip welcoming the warm lemon flavored liquid as it helps to settle my stomach somewhat and even slow the pounding that’s still going in my head. I would love to eat the muffin, but I don’t think it’s safe for my stomach. It lurches and flips at the thought of me even taking a bite so I opt against it.

Harry walks out of the closet pulling a grey sweater with brown patches on the elbow over his head and then sits on the bed to put his socks on. The look on his face is stern and I can tell something is bothering him still. I put my mug back down and crawl over the bed until I get to him wrapping my arms around him from behind and resting my head on top of his. He stops his movements and rubs my hand before he continues.

“Thank you for the tea. I don’t think I could eat the muffin though.”

“Mhm.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I can feel myself start to get annoyed. Are we seriously going back to this?

“Harry what is wrong? What did I do now?”

“Nothing, you didn’t do anything.” H. moves my arms from around his neck and stands going back to the closet to grab his Doc Martens.

“What did I say then? Why are you acting like this?” My head begins to pound again, quickly changing from the aftermath of a hangover to a migraine that’s sure to leave me in a worse condition.

“It’s not you Reagan.”

“Then what is it?”

“I don’t want to take you back there to work! Do you know what you were saying in your sleep?!” When I look at H. my heart slows a little. Even though he’s shouting he looks genuinely concerned.

“No! I asked you, but you wouldn’t tell me. What did I say that upset you so much?”

“You were saying ‘Peyton get off of me!’” Harry ran a hand through his hair and tugged the ends slightly before rubbing it over his eyes and resting it on his chin, pinching his bottom lip with his thumb and middle finger. I swear I could feel all of the color draining from my face. I don’t remember any night mare, but I can only imagine what it was like for Harry to have to hear me say that.

“I don’t want to take you back there for work and because of myself. If I see him Reagan, I don’t know what I’ll do and to me that’s scarier than having an actual idea. Last night, if you wouldn’t have stopped me last night-”

“But I did. Don’t dwell on it H. Besides, we won’t see him today. Dr. Koch is having me come in so late so I don’t aggravate the situation and so I don’t have to run into him at all.” I walked over to Harry and grabbed his hand, pushing him back down on the bed, making him sit down before I took my place on his lap straddling him. I rested my fore head on his trying to think of ways to lighten his mood. He wrapped his arms around my back pulling me closer, when green eyes pierced hazel ones. He rested a black beanie over his mop before speaking.

“You told your boss?”

“Yes. That’s why he’s getting fired.”

“I knew you were lying about knowing why he was getting let go,” he furrowed his eyebrows again, “but getting fired isn’t enough. He hurt you and there was shit that I could do about it.”

“I slapped him.” Harry’s eyes flashed with glee before his lips curled slightly at the corners drawing my eyes to his mouth.

“You did?”

“Twice. I was going for a third time when he pinned me-”

“Don’t finish that.” He cut me off speaking quickly and the crease he’s putting in his forehead deepened before his eyes began to darken.

“You hit him before he grabbed you?” I nodded my head.

“Why did you hit him? I mean I’m ecstatic you did don’t get me wrong but what brought that on?”

“He was following me and I told him to leave me alone because I know it was him who set me up over the summer. He started talking about how he could have pressed charges against you after you guys’ run in at Baltic so I should be nicer to him and then he touched my arm and I lost it. The look in his eyes when he had me against the wall Harry,” I shuddered causing Harry’s to stiffen under me, “he admitted it, but before I left he was talking about how I deserved it...”

An unreadable look was now on Harry’s face and I know that it’s best if I change the subject. I don’t want him going into another semi manic episode the way he almost did last night. I dropped my head on his shoulder letting his wild hairs tickle against my ear from under his beanie. His scent automatically fills my nostrils. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how damn good he smells. My subconscious tells me to dart my tongue out to see if he tastes as good as he smells and my head begins to fill with dirty thoughts.I close my eyes when my center gets the uncomfortable needy feeling, but of course we don't have time. Work calls, work always fucking calls. Stupid Dr. Koch.

“My head still hurts.” I whine in his ear earning a slight chuckle. My abrupt subject change seemed to work, for now anyway.

“You were pissed drunk last night.” I can tell he’s smiling even though I’m not looking at him.

“And I’m suffering for it now. Please don’t ever let me do that again.” I rest my head back on top of his and peck his lips before he grins and pulls a weird face.

“What?”

“I’m so glad you don’t have alcohol mixed with vomit breath anymore. Granted, I might have still kissed you even if you did, but I just feel better about it now you know?”

I roll my eyes and scrunch my nose while snatching the beanie off of his head and he lowers his hands from my back to my thighs pulling me on top of him as he lies down on the bed. My arms go above his shoulders stabling my weight over him and he stretches his neck to kiss me again.

“Oi, you two.” I jump out of Harry’s arms at the sound of Anne’s voice and Harry groans before he rubs his hands over his eyes in frustration.

Harry grabs his beanie off of a pillow and pulls it back on his head and the look on his face changes from frustrated to irritated when he sees Robin standing next to his mom at his bedroom door.

“You shouldn’t get so lost in each other that you don’t hear the door open. Anyone could have been coming in here.”

“No one’s going to be coming now that you're here interrupting things.”

My eyes widened in shock and I felt my face turn beet red at Harry’s comment.

“Harold!” Anne dropped her head in her hand and Harry’s face contorted further with some type of devilish satisfaction as he stood from the bed and grabbed his boots. He walked past his mom and soon to be step-dad and when he went into the hall and down the stairs, he called up to me that I only had an hour left to get ready.

Anne and Robin followed behind Harry and I went back to the bathroom to shower and do my make-up. I felt as if I could breathe a bit easier now, even though I wish I could be a fly on the wall to hear what was being said to Peyton while he gets terminated.

I straighten my hair and then smooth my hands over my black collared shirt as if that would get rid of the wrinkle that’s there before I check my wrist watch. Eleven fifteen. I have forty-five minutes to get to work and by now it should be a Peyton-free zone. I can feel the muscles in my back relax and the tension that was in my neck when I woke up slowly starts to fade as well. My stomach still feels a bit uneasy, but maybe if I try to eat the muffin it will soak in the access alcohol?

There’s a knock at the bathroom door and when I answer, sweater clad arms immediately wrap around my waist. Harry buries his head in the side of my neck after moving my hair to rest on my opposite shoulder.

“We’ve got to leave now or you’ll be late.” I nod my head in agreement remembering Dr. Koch’s words before I left work yesterday. If he’s annoyed by Peyton’s departure, I’m sure he’ll work himself up into a firing frenzy.

Harry lets me go and takes his keys out of his pocket as we head towards the door. I wave bye to Anne and Robin causing H. to roll his eyes before he pushes the button on his remote to start the car. Harry seems more tense since his mom arrived back home. I know why but instead of pressing the matter I keep my mouth shut and stick my hands in my pockets. They immediately start the search for my phone but don't find it.

“Shit.”

“What’s up now glasses?”

“I forgot my phone.”

“You didn’t have it in the house last night. Your drunk ass was looking for it then too but then decided getting naked was a better idea," H. grinned slightly before he continued, "It’s probably in the car.” H. unlocks the doors and when we climb in, I move the passenger seat back to find it lodged between the chair and the door.

It still has a moderate charge but the first thing I notice is all of the messages I’ve received from Peyton. I roll my eyes and prepare to delete them, when another comes across the screen and I can just make out the first few words. I open it and laugh at how childish it is. He definitely got fired.

From: Peyton
You fucking bitch!

Deleted.

I decide to scroll through the rest of my messages starting with the one he sent me yesterday.

From: Peyton
I loved you once Reagan. I know you remember it. But you have to know that you weren’t completely innocent behind my motives. I know what you did too.

Deleted.

I delete the majority of the rest without giving them a second glance when another text from him comes in. I was going to delete that one too, but when I saw Harry’s name scroll across the screen in the message I decided to read it.

From: Peyton
They’re blackballing me and I barely touched you! That was going to be my livelyhood and you fucked that up the same way you did me! I have no clue why I liked you in the first place Reagan. You were a lousy lay, and you screamed out Harry’s name the whole time.

From: Peyton
Do you remember that? The way that I fucked you after we left that restaurant? I told you I loved you and you still screamed his name! But hey, what was I to expect? I had you so tripped out on LSD you probably thought it was him anyway. You think that getting me fired was revenge, but seeing you suffer the way you have is still satisfying to me! You and him will never make it. I was the better choice, but you’re too stupid to realize it.

My breathing became heavy and I felt as if I would be sick.

“Harry, pull over please pull over!” Harry’s eyes widened and he looked at me in a slight panic himself before he pulled over to the side of the road.

I got out of the car and Harry turned his hazard lights on before he joined me on my side. I was bent over dry heaving and dizzy and I can feel my anxiety attack rising and getting worse.

“What’s wrong?!”

I could barely breathe, but Harry stabled me up against the car. I couldn’t bring myself to put it into words so I took the phone out of the passenger seat and handed it to Harry to read.

Notes

(Harry carrying Reagan's things to the car)

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