Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Natalie Torres and Chantal Abermua.
A/N: Okay sorry if this authors note is long…Now the first thing I want to say is about the reviews I'm getting…. Trust me their not bad, their actually very good, I haven't gotten one bad review except for one person who says my chapters are to short and that she's mad at me for what I did to Natalie and that the last chapter I wrote to fast because they went straight to bed (Chantal and Harry) but that's besides the point…The point is that I want people to give me reviews about how they really feel about my story, you know like tell me in detail how you feel about the story not just the same old "I like your story, update" although those are great. So please when you go and review (please review) I want you to tell me how I'm doing with the story so far stuff like that. The second thing is that this story is going to be made how I originally planned it to be so I'm sorry if you don't like what I'm doing to the characters but I kind of like my original story plan and I'm going to stick with it… okay now enough of my complaining and on to the story…Enjoy!
Morning In Hell
You might be thinking right now that what I did to Natalie was a terrible thing and that I'm a bad person. I must seem like a "pimp" or something because I hardly knew the girl and I slept with her. I hardly liked her and I slept with her, but I was drunk and I'm not trying to justify what I did but I was drunk and if I could rewind time I would have never done that. Never.
You can only imagine the hell I went through the morning after my "first night"…
"Oh God, I'm so tired!"
I don't know what happened last night that could make my head hurt so bad. I don't even want to open my eyes. See, that's how much it hurts.
After a few seconds I open my eyes completely ignoring the fact that my head is throbbing in pain.
Iwake up not to see my same old room, but I wake up to see an enormous room colored burgundy. No furniture, no chairs no nothing just a big room with burgundy walls and burgundy carpet.
"What the hell?"
I can't even imagine how I ended up here. Was I seriously that drunk that I dragged myself into a room in God knows what part of the castle.
Wait a minute…
I feel something soft on my chest. On my bare chest? I never take off my shirt to go to sleep.
I look down only to see light brown hair.
Without thinking I jump off the bed only making my headache worsen. I definitely woke that person up because I heard a small gasp.
I look down to see the owner of the light brown hair.
No Way.
Chantal?…Chantal!
It was indeed Chantal. Her gray eyes were staring at me like if I owed her something. What was Chantal doing here with me in a room by ourselves?
I can only imagine.
My head still hurts.
"Harry what's wrong with you?"
"What are you doing here and where are we?"
"Harry don't you remember?"
Remember? What did Chantal want me to remember. How could Chantal want me to remember is a better question. My mind is completely blank right now.
"Remember what?"
Chantal had a shocked look on her face which quickly turned into a dreamy look.
"Oh Harry how could you not remember? It was the best night of our lives!"
"What?"
This girl was not only confusing me but pissing me off very quickly.
"Of course you can't remember you were drunk last night!"
Still pissing me off…
"Sit down Harry and I'll explain everything"
"No I rather stand"
Why did I say that? I want to sit down so badly. I feel like if I'm about to pass out. I am never drinking that much ever again!
"Fine"
"Okay Harry last night-"
She went on explaining everything about last night like if it was the most natural thing.
She told me that she came to apologize for what happened earlier that morning and that I came onto her. We started kissing and ended up in the Room of Requirement were once we were inside we immediately took off our clothes and had sex.
She said this all very triumphantly almost like if she had…
"You planned all of this didn't you?"
I tried to keep the rage that I had inside, well inside. I didn't want to start screaming. I would probably make my head explode if I did.
"Maybe I did, but either way you had a good time"
By then everything from the past night had come back to me. The party the kiss the sex everything.
"Was that your first time because if it was you sure didn't show it"
How dare she say that to me? It was my first time actually so she guessed right.
"You know what my favorite part was?"
I really don't want to know. She didn't wait for me to respond because she said,
"When you said you loved me"
What? I never said I loved her or did I? I can't remember.
"I never told you I loved you!"
"Yeah you did, when you were making love to me"
It's amazing how she said that. Making love to me. I've been told that she sleeps with almost every guy her gray eyes meet. Making love to me sounds strange coming from a girl with that kind of reputation.
"Harry-"
She climbed off of the bed, the covers being the only thing that covered her otherwise naked body fell off exposing her whole body off to me. She came closer to me. I didn't move but I didn't come closer either. I knew that I had a look of utter disgust on because that's what I felt. Right now I was disgusted of her, but of course that didn't stop her.
"Harry, I think that I love you"
My eyes widened. She was standing right in front of me while she said that and she was slowly coming closer. I backed off. Her of course being so very stubborn came closer to me and gave me a very tight hug.
"Harry you don't understand what I feel."
"I'm in love with you whether you believe me or not"
"And you might think that I'm a big whore right now who can't love, but Harry your wrong because I love you!"
I felt her tears on my bare chest. She was crying?
I pushed her off of me making her look like if she was just slapped.
"No you don't love me, I know you don't and besides if you did I would never be with you because I don't love you get it?"
"I don't love you"
Her face soon changed from one that had been slapped to one void of any emotion.
"Harry how could you be so cruel? What do you have a girlfriend or something?"
"Actually I do and here-"
I went to look for my pants. Once I found them I looked in the left pocket an found what I was looking for. My wallet. Natalie gave it to me. She gave it to me during the summer. When she gave It to me she put a picture of her in it. In the picture she was still in Colombia getting ready to go to England. She had recently turned fifteen in that picture. In the picture she was standing in front of her house sitting on the porch giving the camera a small smile.
I went back to where Chantal was and showed her the picture.
"This is her"
Chantal looked at the picture disgusted. She obviously didn't like it.
"That's her? Harry I thought you had better taste I mean you slept with me, but Harry getting with her was a big mistake."
I looked at her. She was know fully clothed. She was wearing the same clothes she wore last night.
"As long as I don't have to see her naked anymore" I thought to myself.
" She is not even half of the woman I am, she is a little bug compared to me. She is nothing compared to me!"
"How dare you, Natalie is more woman than you'll ever be!, she would never sleep with every guy her eyes meet just to be 'well known' like you do and don't think so highly of yourself because your not all that pretty you know!"
I felt something touch my face leaving a stinging feeling. Chantal had slapped me.
"How dare you? I do not sleep with every guy my eye meets and what if I do?, at least I can unlike your ugly girlfriend with that disgusting name!"
"I am not going to talk about my girlfriend with you anymore, she doesn't deserve what your saying to her!"
I turned to leave. I couldn't take it anymore. How could she call Natalie ugly? Natalie was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to me.
As I left I slammed the door showing my frustration. I was halfway down the hallway when,
"Well Guess what Harry?, you don't deserve your little girlfriend Natalie…"
She said Natalie's name like if it was full of poison.
"…because as much as you are going to hate to admit it, you cheated on Natalie even if you were drunk!"
I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned around only to see the plain wall where the Room of Requirement should have been. Chantal must have left.
I never thought about it. Even if I had only just left the room I should have realized when I looked at Natalie's picture that I indeed cheated on her.
"I cheated on Natalie!"
Okay people I'm done with this chapter. I'm going to start make time go faster in the story because this is taking way to long to finally get to the "real" plot. Sorry if you don't like this chapter because apparently I can tell that you guys don't like what I'm doing to Natalie.
Oh yeah and before I forget when you go to review ( by the way PLEASE REVIEW) go and read the authors note at the beginning of the story and if you forgot what it said read it too!
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