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Tequila.

Cabo Wabo.


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Something felt off. Wrong, actually. My bones were stiff, my head was pounding, and the underwire of my bra was digging into my ribs. Why did I fall asleep with my bra on? Was I passed out on the couch? And why was it so damn cold in here?

“Morning.” A gruff voice followed by shuffling footsteps cause me to open my eyes.

Nope, too bright. I shut them again, racking my brain to find the events from the previous evening.

“What the f happened last night?” My throat was sore, and I sounded like I had swallowed a jar of marbles. Lovely.

“We got royally pissed, love.”

“What were we pissed about?” I mumbled. “I don’t remember being angry about anything. Except maybe Liv leaving me stranded.”

He chuckled softly. “Not American pissed. British pissed. I believe you call it getting wasted? Schnockered? Shit faced?” He paused, raising one eyebrow. “Shall I go on?”

Now he was just being a smart ass. I glared one partially opened eye at him.

“We did shots.” I stated. All of a sudden, I could taste the room temperature liquid burning all the way down. That distinct flavor of semi-decent tequila was one I could never forget. It was also the reason I didn’t usually drink tequila.

I tended to lose my memory (along with other things) at the mere mention of tequila. Momentarily forgetting that a British heartthrob was sitting on the chair opposite of the couch I was lying on, I held the blanket covering me up and looked towards my feet. Seeing my jeans still in tact and someone’s socks on my feet, I sighed in relief. It looked like my memory was the only thing I’d lost last night.

“Were you just checking to make sure you were still wearing pants?” I could hear the laughter in his tone. Letting out a sigh, I lifted my head out of the blanket and nodded, shrugging my shoulders.

“I had a flashback of tequila. I tend to lose a lot of things when that’s the liquor of choice.”

“You collapsed on the couch, demanded I find you a pair of socks, you didn’t care whose they were by the way, and then told me if I made you move, even to the bed, you would chop my nuts off with a rusty kitchen knife.” There was that raised eyebrow again. “Even drunk, I wasn’t about to take my chances.”

I laughed at my drunk self. I never remembered her but she always sounded like so much fun.

“I’d say sorry about the threat but I’m sure I meant every word of it.”

Harry opened his mouth, ready to let another well placed sarcastic remark fly when we both heard my stomach telling us that it was past time for food. Grabbing my phone off the table in front of me, I tried to check the time but found nothing but a black screen staring back at me. I groaned.

“I don’t suppose you’ve got a phone charger in this fancy hotel room?”

He didn’t say a word. Planting his above average sized feet on the floor, he stood and left the room. A few seconds later he reappeared, the sight of a white cord dangling from his fingers allowing me to let out a sigh of relief.

“Liv is probably out of her mind worried.” Sighing, I plugged the cord into my phone and then into the wall. It was the kind of dead that doesn’t even register it’s charging right away.

“You texted her from my phone last night, but I’m not sure the original message was all that clear.” Handing me his phone, he curled back up in the chair he was occupying a few minutes ago. He’d already opened up the text message for me to skim over.






“That was an hour ago! She’s probably freaking out and all sorts of ticked off at me.”

“Looks like she’s not the only one with some apologizing to do, yeah?” He motioned towards his phone with a flick of his chin. “Go ahead and call her. Your phone is out for the count for awhile longer. I need to jump in the shower, and then we can drop you back off at your hotel.”

I swiped at the phone’s screen as Harry drug his feet towards the bathroom. Punching in Liv’s number, I held the phone to my ear and waited for her frantic voice to answer.

“Logan Anne Carlisle, you have some serious explaining to do.”

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Notes

Second chapter is up! I'm going to try to get a couple more chapters up tonight, but if not, it'll be in the next few days.

As always, review are welcome and so very appreciated!!

Comments

the tweets heading and closing the chapter are hilarious.

This fic is one of my go-to's for great sass. I'm loving the dual Logan/Harry, Liv/Liam story lines. Cheers and happy writing :)

Love it!
Where are you from?
i think I love this story so much because it's got an older bird in it and FINALLY I can relate hahah...

This is so good! Ugh! Love the story! Can't wait for the next update! xx

I'm so happy you wrote the next chapter, been waiting patiently haha I love your writing style! Take your time, but keep doing what your doing ! Great job :)