Harry's POV

I wake up with a terrible ache in my head and all the way through my back. The floor is uncomfortably cold and hard and after blinking a few times I discover that I'm laying on the floor in the bathroom. I seriously couldn't find somewhere better to crash?

My answer is given when I suddenly jolt over the toilet bowl to throw up. My body heaves a few times without anything coming up and when I finally relax I feel like I could sleep again. Awesome. Just perfect. I sit against the wall with my eyes closed, praying for the pounding in my head to go away. There is a reason I didn't want to go to that party last night.

Wait. I open my eyes and examine my surrounds. This isn't my bathroom. I must still be at Courtney's. Why can't I remember staying here? Actually...I don't remember much. Anything. i remember Ashlee offering me a drink and after that the whole night is a blur. Well I'm officially an idiot. I hope it's ridiculously early so I can just go home and get into Adie's bed to sleep this off. She never has to know that I didn't come home. But she probably already does.

After about twenty minutes I haven't thrown up again, so I decide to try my luck and stand up. Everything spins but after securely leaning on the vanity for a minute or two I'm able to steady myself.

"Woah, you're still here?"

I turn and wince at Louis. Always so loud.

"Apparently. Fuck. How much did I drink last night?"

"Well you slept on the bathroom floor so that's probably a good indication. I would say a lot."

I roll my eyes, the action sending new pain through my head. I groan and turn on the tap to get a drink and rinse out my mouth a bit. Normally I wouldn't do this, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I find some mouthwash in one of the cupboards and dump way more than I normally would to get the vomit taste out of my mouth. When I'm finished Louis is still standing there.

"What?" I ask, running my fingers through my hair. He leans against the door and I sit back against the vanity.

"Do you remember anything about last night?" he asks carefully.

"Not really. Why?"

"I thought I saw you....nevermind. Doesn't matter. I was pretty drunk so it was probably nothing."

"Okay..."

"You wanna go home?"

"Yeah, let's go."

I drop Louis at his house after an extremely silent car ride. We're both dead from last night. I want to drive quickly back to mine, but I know that's a horrible idea right now. I'm having a hard time staying awake as it is. When I pull into the driveway my mum's car is already gone. At least I don't have to deal with that right now, I know she's probably pissed that I didn't come home last night when I said I would.

I quietly make my way through the house, first going into my room to plug in my phone. When I go into Adie's room she's already awake, still under the covers but sitting up against the headboard. Her drawing pad is in front of her and she's quite concentrated.

"Hey," I greet quietly. She looks up quickly and smiles at me. Actually smiles. My heart practically stops beating and I smile back instantly. "How are you?"

"I feel...good. Really good," she says hesitantly. She leans the pad against her legs and pulls the covers back beside her. I quickly walk over and lay in the bed, pulling the covers around my body and laying my head against the pillow. I take a peek at her paper, a little relieved to see that she's not drawing me this time. I don't know what it is; looks like she just started. I look back up at her face and she smiles again.

"You look hung over," she says gently, reaching over and pushing my hair away from my forehead. I laugh a little.

"Yeah. Things didn't really go as planned."

She turns around and reaches into the drawer in the table beside her. I hear rattling and she hands me a bottle of pills.

"You're a life saver." I take the bottle and she hands me a half-filled glass of water so I can pop the pills. I down the rest of the water and set it on the table beside me before lying down again.

"You can sleep," she says softly, adjusting the blankets for me.

"You're in a good mood," I observe, smiling up at her while fighting a losing battle with my eyelids.

"I feel good today," she says quietly, like she's not completely sure. She looks away from me for a minute and then back at me. "Don't puke in my bed, okay?"

I laugh a little and close my eyes. "I'll do my best."

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When I wake up for the second time today I already know where I am, and I smile when I remember how Adie was acting earlier. Hopefully she's still feeling that happy. I sit up and pull my tshirt over my head. It still smells like beer and it's grossing me out. I toss it on the floor and lay back again, looking around the room a bit. I notice Adie's side of the bed is empty and her sketchpad sitting on the bed and gingerly lift it towards me. I look at what is a more complete picture of what she had started when I got home before. Now it's a beach. There's the start of a person, but it's not finished yet. I flip back the page, expecting to see the drawing of me on the previous one. I was wrong.

There's at least ten different images between the one I was just looking at and the one she was drawing of my last night. When did she have time to do all of this? And they're all so good, so detailed. They're all different; after the one of my there's one of us boys, all standing in a line with microphones in front of us. There's a few different flowers and some other ones. This is...definitely good.

Adie comes walking back into the room then, surprisingly from the hallway and not from her bathroom. This is the first time I've seen her leave her room.

"You're awake," she says, smiling and carrying me a glass a juice. She walks over to her side and passes it to me before crawling onto the bed and sitting with her legs crossed, facing me. I take sip of the drink and set it on the table.

"What time is it?"

She shrugs. "I haven't loooked. Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, I'm alright." Shouldn't I be the one worrying?

"Did you have fun last night?"

"I umm...I don't really remember." I'm not used to her speaking to me so much. It's hard to even respond. "Did mum go to work already?"

"Yeah. She left pretty early. You umm...you texted me a few times," she says, leaning against the pillows on her side. Shit.

"Did I?"

"Yeah, they were pretty hard to read," she jokes. "One of them was pretty interesting."

"Oh no. What didi I say?"

She reaches behind her for her phone and taps the screen a few times before starting to read the message. "It says: Adix you shod come cks i lobs you pkeaas."

"What?" I ask, laughing and reaching for the phone. She hands it over and I read through the drunken messages, then trying to decipher the one that she read to me. I lobs you....oh fuck.

"What?" she asks, noting the probably terrified expression on my face. I shake my head and hand it back to her.

"Nothing. Sorry about that."

"It was funny," she says, shrugging again. I can't believe I almost told her that I love her in a fucking text message. I'm so stupid. We lay there in silence for a while and when I look back at her she's just staring past me at the window. For once though, the vacant expression is gone. She looks like she's thinking about something. I missed that so damn much.

"Ads," I whisper, reaching out to take some of her hair between my fingers. She slowly looks at me and smiles slightly. "Come here."

She shuffles down the bed and gets under the covers again, pulling them up and around both of us while she moves closer. She rests her head on my chest and hooks one leg around mine. My arm naturally takes its place around her shoulders while the other one finds her free hand to lace our fingers together.

"I missed you," I whisper. I feel her smile against my chest.

"Me too," she says softly. I tilt my head forwards and kiss her forehead gently. When I lay down again she shifts so she can look up at me. I brush the hair way from her eyes and she seems to study my face.

"What?" I ask, smirking at her. She flushes a little and the colour makes me smile widely, my thumb brushing against the pink skin. Someone breathed life back into her and whoever they are, I love them. She closes her eyes and nestles her face against my neck.

I think I finally have her back.

Notes

one problem possibly over come while another possibly starts? who knoooows ;)

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ALSO, what anyone else reading behind the classroom door? was it taken down cuz i cant find it anywhere and its making me so saddd :'(