*Hannah's POV*

As soon as the bathroom door shut, I turned to Trisha, “Please tell me this isn’t a for real bathroom break because I’ve got shit to tell you.”

“This is why I called the bathroom break!”

“Okay, so Harry spent the night with me last night and well, you know what happened between he and I and then I woke up and we fought and then we made up and I found a hickey right here,” I pulled up my shirt to show Trish, and it also gave me a chance to take a giant breath, “and I’m really kind of scared that something happened that I never would’ve been ready for if I had been sober and I was really saving it for someone special, but I don’t remember if we just spent the night or if he ‘spent the night’ if you know what I mean and…”

“Hanna, calm yourself. I’m here and everything’s going to be okay. Maybe you two just fooled around; that’s not unlike you. You know, to tease them and then stop?”

“I know that, but it’s Harry! You know what he does to me! Remember the story about prom night? I wanted him to take me, then and there. Okay, things don’t make sense when I’m with him. All of my sanity can just fly out the window, because if I’m with him my brain is on total shut down and my body’s just like, ‘fuck ALL the people!’” Trisha grabbed me by the upper arms and looked me in the eyes.

“Hey, look at me.” She shook me slightly. “You said that you wanted to save it for someone special. That prom was almost two years ago, and you wanted him to be the first. Now, here we are, almost two years later. Think about this; would he being your first time be such a terrible thing?” I sat there for a minute. If I had wanted Harry two years ago, and wanted him just as much right before our fight, maybe last night, I had wanted him just as bad.

“No, that wouldn’t be so terrible.” My eyes started to tear and Trisha pulled my chin up.

“Hannah, what’s wrong now?” She smiled at me and talked to me as if I were a small child.

“Even if it’s not a terrible thing, I don’t even remember it! How can I not remember something like that?”

“Well,” she paused, “you’ve always been a horny drunk,” she shrugged her shoulders. I started to sniffle and she began rubbing my arms, “Just tell me everything that you remember.”

“Okay, so we were at the club, and we ran into the boys, right?”

“Uh huh. Keep going.”

“Alright, so before the boys were there, we took two rounds of shots and then those guys across the bar bought us the tube thingies right; the ones that smelled like peach schnapps? Yeah, we drank those and then we met the boys. After that, we all started a grind line and Harry came in behind me. I walked away from him and he followed me back to the table and he ordered me something fruity and he just ordered a beer. I downed that and then called a lady over that had a tray of shots, and I took in three of those… I think it was three.” I paused for more air and noticed Trisha giving me a worried look. “What?”

“God, it’s a wonder that you don’t have alcohol poisoning.”

“Is now really the most appropriate time?”

“No, you’re right. Continue.”

“Okay, so I told him that I didn’t want to see him, even though I did. Then, I turned my chair away from him and the buzz was really starting to hit me. He stood up and walked passed me. I followed him, not knowing if I would ever see him again, so I put down my margarita and…”

“Wait! Who was crazy enough to give you the margarita?”

“Not important.”

“Okay.”

“So I follow him along the side of the club and when I caught up, I grabbed his shoulder. He turned around and he looked really hurt, and I couldn’t give him the cold shoulder anymore. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me, and…” I dropped off.

“And what?” Trisha looked more excited at this point.

“And I kissed him. It was really long and I was going to pull away, but Harry went forward more and we ended up making out. I’m not sure how we got to where we were, but I was sitting on something and my legs were wrapped…”

“You were in a corner… We all noticed.”

“Okay, thanks for the clarification…” I glared at her slightly, telepathically telling her to shut up. “All I remember from there is that we got to the dance floor somewhere and we were grinding. One of my hands was on his neck and I felt something on my waist and I’m pretty sure that it wasn’t his hand because both of those were on my hips.” Trish’s mouth dropped open and her eyes got wide.

“Oh my God, you gave Harry a boner?”

“I guess so…”

“And?”

“And what?”

“And what’s next?”

“I don’t know. That’s all that I remember.”

“Great. Alright, we need to get back out there but I promise that we’ll get this all sorted out.” I smiled and nodded. “Good girl.” She held the door open for me and let me walk through. I took a deep breath and obliged.

Notes

If you were wondering what happened on their first night back together, here's part of the answer. Give me your input. Do you think that Harry will admit that he took her most prized posetion, or will he use her drunken state to keep their love alive? Comment what you think comes next :D
xoxo Hannah <3