Career in Jeopardy

Darcy’s Pov

My eyes slowly fluttered open. My first reaction was my dry throat my second was my pounding head, my third who the hell was the person I was laying on? I wriggled my feet and discovered our legs were tangled together. Panic surged through me. Was I wearing clothes? Please let be wearing clothes. I looked down and saw I was wearing a t-shirt and pair of boxes. Thank god. Hopefully nothing happened. My eyes travelled around the room. Where was I? This certainly wasn’t the hotel room Frankie had booked. What happened last night? Obviously drinking, obviously not doing that again. I squeezed my eyes shut again as I tried to remember.
I had bumped into Niall and the guys. Frankie’s tweet and resurfaced after Harrys continual staring and then I had scurried off. Blurs of drinking drink after drink. But what about the rest?

I slowly lifted up my head to see who I was lying on. He had messy brown curls that were all over the place. His mouth was slightly opened as soft snores came out. I realised that his two arms were holding me to him.

“Harry?” I gasped. Oh god. I shot back to the end of the bed taking the duvet with me. I pulled it up to cover me as I felt totally exposed. I leant back on the frame.

His eyes opened slowly.

“What is it?” he asked groggily.

I was speechless I just gaped helplessly at him.

When he saw me he sat up and held up his hands in surrender. “Nothing happened last night.”

“What am I doing here?” I whispered as I held the white duvet to me.

“You don’t remember?” Harry asked confused.

I shook my head and blushed. “I had a lot to drink.” I muttered.

He quirked an eye brow at me. “Don’t you know your drinking limit or did you just want to get hammered?”

My face now felt like a tomato waiting to explode. “It was my first time drinking.” I muttered.

I looked up and saw Harry looking surprised. “That was your first time drinking?”

“Its not that un-common I only turned 18 a few months ago.” I defended.

Harry chuckled. “Still.”

“Why am I here?” I snapped.

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You really don’t remember?”

“If I did I would of gone a long time ago.” I pointed out.

“So as soon as I tell you then you’re going to go?” Harry frowned.

“Why wouldn’t I? Its not like I live here.”

“You will soon.” Harry pointed out.

I rolled my eyes. I did not want to be reminded of that. I just wanted to know why I ended up in his bed.

“Are you going to tell me or not?”

Harry leant back against the bed rest. My eyes trailed over his chest and greedily took in his abs. He had tattoos running down his arms and chest even two sparrows above his boxer line. I had a strong desire to run my hand over them but I quickly shook it off, blaming it on the lingering liquor if that’s even a thing.

“Ok.” Harry started. “So when you left our table I kept an eye on you especially since I saw you flirt with the bartender.

“I wasn’t flirting.” I interrupted.

“How do you know if you don’t remember?” Harry asked grinning.

I shook my head, gesturing for him to continue.

“And you drank drink after drink. But then one of my old friends came over and I lost you.”

He looked down as if he was ashamed to even look at me. He paused and I something told me not to interrupt.

“I left you for a minute and I was panicked. You weren’t on the dance floor or with any of your friends. And then I heard a scream.” He swallowed. “I went out of the entrance way and a girl pushed up against the wall while the bartender molested her.” He eyes were burning now. He looked up at me. “I’m sorry I didn’t know it was you. Hell I just thought it was just two people making out but then she screamed again and as I edged closer I saw tears on her cheeks and I realised it was you.”

“And you pounded the shit out of him.” I finished as the memory came flooding out. I realised how close I was. I hugged my knees to my chest.

“You stopped me before I could cause some serious damage but I knew your friends were still in the club, still drinking and I didn’t want you leaving my sight so I took you back here. I was going to sleep on the couch but you screamed and you were having a nightmare.” He smiled crookedly at me. “You asked me stay with you.”

“Thank you.” I whispered.

He got out of bed and I tried not to look at him as he rummaged through his draws. He pulled on a pair of trackies.

“Do you want breakfast?”

I nodded as my dry throat and pounding head came back to my attention.

“And maybe some water and Tylenol.” I groaned.

He laughed. “Yeah for me to.”

I climbed off the big bed and followed him out of the room.

Before we left though he stopped and turned around. His hands came up to hold my face in his hands and before I could object he softly kissed me.

“There.” he whispered. “That can be your first kiss.” Then he left the room leaving me momentarily dazed.

*****
After getting myself together I walked out of the room and went into the kitchen.

Niall, Louis, Liam, Zayn and Harry were either cooking something, eating something or throwing something.

Before I could say anything something splashed against my face. I squeezed my eyes shut as I bought my hands to my eyes to wipe away the liquid that felt like a mixture. I opened my eyes and saw that they were all trying not to laugh. I had to bite my lip myself.

“Pancakes?” Harry offered weakly making known to me that he was the one who through the mixture however accidently at my face.

“Sure.” I said sweetly as I made my way over to him. I quickly put my hand in the mixture and through it at him.

“Sucked.” I called in a sing song voice as I went to sit next Zayn who was cracking up laughing and was sitting on the kitchen island.

“I’ll get you back for that.” Harry warned as all the guys laughed.

“No we’re even.” I whined.

“I don’t play to get even.” Harry winked.

I rolled my eyes.

“Shit.” I gasped.

“What is it?” Louis asked.

“Frankie.” I breathed. “She doesn’t know I’m here!” I quickly slid off the stool and ran to Harry’s room.

I quickly went into a search for my boot which hopefully still had my phone.

I rummaged my hand through my hand and a sigh of relief left me as my hand closed around my iPhone 6. I pulled it out and was full of dismay and relief as I saw several missed calls from Frankie. Dismay because I had worried her and relief because if she was calling me she was ok.

I quickly called her back.

“Darcy? Darcy?!” her worried tone filled the other end.

I held the phone away from my ear. “Calm down Frankie I’m fine.”

“Where are you? I thought you were going to come home with us?”

“Yeah so did I.”

“Then what happened?”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “It’s a long story.”

“Did you go home with someone?” she asked suggestively. I could practically hear her grin.

“Not like that.” I groaned.

“So you did?” she squealed.

“Look I’ll explain everything at home.”

“I won’t be there.” Frankie said sounding apologetic. “Mark invited me round his parents for the week so we left London earlier to get my stuff and now we’re driving to Denver.”

“You did all of that on a hangover?” I asked surprised.

She chuckled. “Haha very funny. I can handle my drink and hang over. How’s yours anyway? You had as much as me maybe more.”

“I feel like shit.” I admitted.

“Sucked.” She shouted gleefully.

“Frankie where do I turn off?” I heard Mark ask Frankie in the background.

“I better let you go.” I said. “I’ll see you next week.”

“Yep and keep me updated!”

I ended the call with a sigh.

“Are you leaving?”

I turned and saw Niall and Harry standing in the doorway.

“Yeah.” I said grabbing the black dress. I walked into the bathroom and quickly changed. As I walked out I tried to stretch the material as the clingy fabric was uncomfortable at its best. Harry had just changed into dark skinny jeans and a green t-shirt.

“I’ll give you a lift home.” He told me.

I nodded as I knew there was no point arguing.

“Are you sure you can’t stay? We kick butt at Fifa?” Niall asked grinning.

I laughed. “Thanks Niall but my head is about to burst and all I really want to do is curl up on my couch with a blanket and watch Dance Moms.”

“You actually watch that show?” Harry scoffed.

“Hey its actually really good.” I defended.

“How?” Harry asked straightening up. “It’s about a mean teacher who screams at children and mums that ‘defend’ their children and essentially live through them.”

“Oh good you have watched it.” I said smiling.

Niall laughed. “Who knew Hazza.”

“Shut up Niall.” Harry said good naturedly.

“You ready?” Harry asked.

I nodded. “I’ll see you soon I expect Niall.”

“I know. We’ll have so much fun on the road.” He said winking.

I smiled genuinely. “I bet.”

After saying goodbye to the rest of the boys Harry and I stood in front of the elevator. It was uncomfortable to say the least.

“You know what why don’t I take the stairs?” I offered already edging away. “I heard it’s really good exercise.” I continued to ramble.

Just then the elevator dinged open.

“Come on Darc.” Harry said smiling as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the elevator. He subtly let go of my hand once we were in the shaft.

“Have you signed the contract yet?” Harry asked casually as if he was asking my opinion of the premier league.

“No.” I replied casting a quick look at him. “Have you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to sign it.” I said quietly.

“You are?” Harry asked brightening up.

I nodded. “I have to.”

“Right.” Harry said.

“Nothing can happen though Harry nothing like yesterday or last night or this morning when-“

“I kissed you?” Harry finished. “Why can’t anything happen?”

“This is purely professional.”

“Bull.” Harry said angrily turning to me.

“So are you telling me you feel nothing?”

“Yes.” I lied.

“So.” Harry whispered. “You don’t feel nothing when I touch you?” he caressed my cheek. “When I press my body against yours?” He gently pushed me against the elevator wall and our bodies pressed together. Limb to limb. Shivers ran up my spine.

“And when I kiss you, you feel nothing? Because I know you do.”

He pushed the hair out of my face with his hands.

“I don’t.” I said steadily as I pushed past him to get out of the elevator that just opened.

I stormed off before Harry could make me change my mind.

Notes

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