It was the violent drilling outside the window that forced Wednesday's eyes open. She winced, feeling her body and head ache the moment she was conscious again. What's worse, she couldn't figure out if it was the tequila, the sex or a combination of both. There was a strange feeling of anxiety at the pit of her stomach, heightening the queasiness from the hangover. That wasn't unusual though—the drop from the temporary high of the booze always put her on edge the day after.

She heard Harry release a long sigh next to her as she looked to the window, scowling at the building works she couldn't see through the closed curtains.

"Shut up," she tried to yell, but her voice was too hoarse.

Instead, she grabbed one of the pillows from the bed, throwing it at the window as if that would make the builders somehow stop.

Harry released a tired hum next to her, his eyes still shut as his arms found her body, pulling her back towards him.

"Shush shush shush," he drawled, still half asleep. "Sleep time."

She looked to his swollen morning lips, moving her hand to play with the hair behind his ear as she sighed.

"How can you sleep with the racket going on out there?" Her eyebrows drew together as the noise seemed to only progressively get louder. "It sounds like someone's thrown screws into a blender."

He breathed out heavily again, still keeping his eyes closed as he swallowed, his Adams apple bobbing.

"Like this," he rasped, bringing his finger up and finding her face, closing her eyelids. Impressive, considering his were still shut. "Now sleep."

She immediately opened them, smiling in amusement at his puffed up, sleepy face. Snuggling up further to his body, she purposefully released as loud of a sigh as she could, moving her body in order to keep him awake.

Petty? Extremely. But once she was awake, there was no chance of her dropping back to sleep. And she didn't want to spend the morning in the room bored and staring at the wall opposite, waiting for him to wake up.

She started smacking her lips together, making noises in order to gain his attention again. He held out for a while, his eyes remaining closed and his lips firmly shut. But when she notched the volume up on her actions, he released a long breathe.

"You really are the most annoying person I know sometimes," he said, voice croaky with sleep as he kept his eyes closed.

She fought back a smile. "Dunno what you're on about."

Wednesday went back to making the noises, feeling triumphant as she watched his lips curl up into a grin he was trying hard not to let show. He breathed out again, letting her continue as he opened one eye, watching her continue the act of doing everything she could to annoy him.

She began to laugh as Harry's arms wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her to his bare chest quickly so that the noises were muffled. She tried to wriggle free, but the strength of both of his arms wrapped gently but firmly around her neck meant her face was firmly pinned to his chest.

"Ahhh, much better," he mused from above her as she squirmed under his arms, attempting to break free.

"Let me go," she said through laughs, trying to pull his arms from around her neck, but she couldn't manage it.

If there was something he would always be better than her at, it was possessing a huge amount of strength. But she knew his weaknesses better than he realised. And so, when the wriggling amounted to nothing, she brought her fingers to the sides of his bare torso and began to tickle.

Immediately his grip on her loosened as laughs from deep within his belly echoed into the room at her actions. He tried to push her off, but she refused to move from on top of his body, revelling in the image of him below her trying to breathe through the laughter spilling from him, his eyes clenched shut as he squirmed.

He looked so cute, so innocent when he was like this. All playful laughs and sleepy eyes. It was almost enough to completely forget that he was the same man who had fucked her to the point she could barely walk the night before.

"Promise you'll stay awake and I'll stop," she said, fighting her own laughs.

Harry tried to roll away, but her legs pinned him as she straddled his waist, her fingers still tickling at maximum effect. Eventually, through his own laboured breathes and giggles, he opened his eyes.

"ALRIGHT, alright! I'm awake!"

She stopped her actions, withdrawing her hands from his sides and resting them on the front of his chest. Dipping her head down, she pecked his lips quickly and sat back, smiling triumphantly.

"Now, that wasn't so hard was it?"

He narrowed his eyes at her as he shifted his body, letting one of his hands rest on her thighs as he brought the other behind his head. Wednesday eyes flicked to the flexed muscle, trying hard to remember that she needed at least a few more hours of recovery before she could jump his bones again.

"Like I said. You're annoying," he said, looking at her.

She shrugged, pushing her hair behind her ear.

"I can't be that annoying if you've kept me around for 15 years," she countered, smiling mischievously.

"That's because I knew you fancied me. Didn't want to hurt your feelings," he replied, smirking.

Wednesday felt her nostrils flare as she fought a smile, leaning forward. Harry watched her intently, swallowing over the view of her nearing face.

"You're full of shit," she whispered, searching between his eyes. "Anyway, I'm starting to become more and more convinced it was you who fancied me first."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, brows furrowing as the corners of his lips curled up. "What's made you come to that incorrect conclusion?"

She ignored his comment, leaning back and looking down to his arm.

"Well, only one of us had a secret tattoo about the other for years, and it wasn't me." She held up her finger, pursing her lips smugly. "Oh wait, sorry. Two secret tattoos."

He bit his inner cheek, smirking as he realised she'd got him on that front.

One to Wednesday, zero to Harry.

"Who was the one having wet dreams about the other, hm?" he said a moment later.

He'd gone straight for the jugular.

The embarrassment of that memory being brought back to her immediately made Wednesday cringe, shutting her eyes as she tried to rid herself of the picture of his face when he'd found that certain bit of knowledge out.

"Fair play," she replied, wincing. "Truce?"

She held out her pinky finger for him to take, lifting her eyebrow in anticipation. He looked down to it, then back up at her, releasing a laugh as he raised his hand and hooked his own pinky around hers.

"Truce."

Their smiles were short-lived as the drilling outside began again, deafeningly loud.

"What the fuck are they doing out there? Drilling into pure metal?" Harry asked, looking to the window.

Wednesday yawned, stretching on top of him as she winced at the noise.

"I know, it's awful." She leant over to the clock on the side of the bedside table, noticing it was coming to nine in the morning. "You've got rehearsals in an hour by the way."

He groaned, closing his eyes as he leant his head back.

"I want to stay in bed. My head hurts."

Wednesday leant forward, grinning as she caught him in a kiss.

"Sucks for you. However, I am very excited about getting to spend all morning in bed doing nothing but watching tiktoks and eating."

"You're obsessed," he replied, rolling his eyes.

"Yes I am," she said, almost proud of the complete addiction to tiktok she'd developed in recent months.

Lifting her leg from over his waist, she clambered off of the bed and walked to the window, peeking out through the curtains. But then her attention was caught by the sight of Harry's destroyed phone on the floor, the entire screen smashed with a large chunk missing.

She picked it up, turning to him with it in her hand.

"See, this is why tequila and sex is a dangerous combination," she stated, looking to the mangled iPhone.

He smiled, throwing both of his hands behind his head as he looked at it.

"It was worth it," he smirked. "I think I already know the answer, but I'm guessing it's not working?"

She tried pressing the power button, but nothing happened. Even if it had worked, anything that showed up on what was left of the screen would have been completely unreadable anyway.

"Nah, it's fully dead," she observed.

"Great. Well, that's a trip to the apple store this afternoon then," he sighed.

Pulling the covers from over him, he sat up on the edge of the bed, grabbing the water bottle from the bedside table and taking a long drink. Wednesday padded over to where her bag was strewn across the floor, the spot she'd thrown it to in a drunken, horny moment the night before.

She found her own phone, trying to turn it on and realising that her battery had also ran out.

"How horny were we last night, that we literally forgot to do the simplest of tasks before going to sleep?" she said, annoyed at her own drunken behaviour.

Harry stood up, smiling down at her annoyance as he walked to the bathroom.

"Well, I distinctly remember you asking me to fuck you harder. So, I'd say we were pretty far gone," he replied, shooting her a lopsided smile as her cheeks flamed up.

Grabbing her charger from her carry-on bag, she plugged the phone into the wall and watched the little charging icon pop up.

She turned, seeing Harry beginning to brush his teeth in the mirror and walked over, into the bathroom. Picking up her own toothbrush, she squeezed some of the toothpaste out onto the bristles and then ran it under the water, before mirroring his actions.

Wednesday watched their reflection as they brushed in unison, feeling butterflies dance around her stomach at how normal it seemed now. How second nature it was. They really did look like a real couple. Like two people who were completely enamoured by each other.

It was nice, when they went out for fancy dinners or drinks, to get dressed up and be in each other's company, talking about god knows what. But it was the moments like this, quiet and mundane, that felt so meaningful to Wednesday. Something as simple as brushing their teeth together made her feel like she was floating around on cloud nine.

It was the quietest moments that said the most.

"I feel like shit," Harry sighed, leaning forward onto the counter as he closed his eyes.

Wednesday understood his pain. The initial sleepiness had masked the extent of her hangover, but now that she was wide awake and fully mobile, it was hitting her hard.

"You'll feel better after a shower," Wednesday replied, spitting out the toothpaste after him, rinsing the brush before placing it back into the cup.

They both swished their mouths with the mini bottle of mouthwash, cheeks full as they tried not to laugh at their reflections. Once they spit it out, Harry looked to Wednesday, brushing some of the toothpaste from the corner of her mouth caringly.

"You're more than welcome to join me in the shower," he asked, trapping her between him and the basin as he placed his hands on either side of her body.

She smiled up at him, supremely impressed at his ability to switch every situation into one that was much more suggestive.

"Only if you can promise it will just be a shower. My body is still recovering from last night," she replied, feeling the discomfort between her legs.

He sighed dramatically, as if it was some kind of compromise he was begrudgingly agreeing to.

"Fine. I'll be good. Just a shower," he said, leaning forward to catch her in a kiss.

Wednesday knew the time for him to go to work was getting closer, but she enjoyed the sensation of kissing him far too much to pull away. It was like the medicine for every bad feeling, every worry in her mind. His lips made it all disappear.

As their mouths continued to work together, pings started to sound out from her phone in the other room as it came back to life, one after another. Most likely messages, probably from Sarah asking if she was as hungover as she was.

She pulled away from him with a sigh, almost sad that the little bubble of peace they'd had had now been burst.

Harry smiled at her, nodding his head in the direction of the phone.

"You can go check your phone, I'll get the shower started," he said, pressing one last kiss to her lips before he turned round to the glass pane.

Walking out and over to her phone, she furrowed her brows at the seemingly endless stream of pings coming through, wondering what on earth was so pressing that it was blowing her phone up to this extent.

Sitting down on the bed, she picked it up with a bored expression, prepared to see a load of hungover messages from Sarah. But her brows drew together as she realised that alongside a number of messages from Sarah, there were also ones from Zara, Jeff, Gemma and her mum. All sent within the past few hours.

She surmised that maybe they'd been unable to get through to Harry, not knowing his phone was broken. Swiping open on the messages from Sarah, she chewed her inner cheek, sure she was about to see a whole load of hungover complaints.

Photos? Suddenly, her anxiety spiked, her blood turning cold as she quickly exited the messages and opened up twitter. Her heart was beating as she waited for it to load, her eyes wide as she waited with an increasing sense of urgency.

Then, she saw them. The photos Sarah must have been talking about.

Her and Harry in the club the night before, sat in the booth.

Kissing.

They'd been snapped in a moment of lust, too drunk and too caught up in each other to care who was watching. Her hand was on his chest, clutching his shirt whilst his was snaked around her thigh. Their lips attached to each other like they couldn't get enough.

She blinked, hoping it would disappear. Hoping she'd wake up from whatever nightmare she'd suddenly fallen into. Her brain was screaming for her to lock her phone. Throw it to the other side of the room. But she didn't. Her fingers scrolled, and she was greeted with a sea of tweets, all regarding the same topic.

Her and Harry.

With her fingers shaking, she saw a retweeted tweet from the Daily Mail, linking to an article. An article with her face on it.

Trembling and feeling sickness overwhelm her, she clicked on it. And then the headline popped up and she stared at it numbly, feeling like she had just stepped into her own worst nightmare.

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shit hath hitteth the fan...ith. (if you understand that reference I love u)

this chapter was so cute until it wasn't and I'm sorry lol