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Chapter 3

The Morning After

When Oliver awoke the next morning, he found himself lying fully dressed in his girlfriend's bed. With no idea how he got there, he turned and looked for Katie to be lying beside him, but she was nowhere to be found.

Oliver sat up and gave a little shiver. The window was open and the chill morning air made him wish he could curl back up under the covers to wait for Katie to come back. However, he resisted the urge and swung his legs to dangle them over the edge of the bed.

His head was throbbing as he stood up and walked over towards the window, wondering what happened for him to end up there. He had no recollection of any events after the game. He touched his forehead, where he found a very sore knot. He remembered something hitting his head the night before, but what it was was beyond him.

Ugh the game! he thought. There must've been something bad after the game. Did I not meet Katie? Did we have a fight? Or was everything good and she just had things she needed to tend to this morning? Oliver didn't even know what time it was. Judging from the bright blue sky outside, he was willing to bet he had missed practice that morning.

He decided that he should go back out through the window in case Mr. Bell was behind the door. The last thing Oliver needed just now was for his girlfriend's dad to find he had slept in his daughter's bedroom. Just as he was lifting his foot to leave through the window, however, the door opened and Katie walked in and closed it back behind her.

"Leaving?" she asked. She didn't walk towards him. She didn't smile at him. She stood with her back up against the door with her arms crossed, looking as though she just found out that Quidditch was forever banned.

"Oh Katie." Oliver started, lowering his foot back onto the floor. She didn't respond, so Oliver decided to go on. "I'm sorry. Listen, I don't know exactly what I did, but you are obviously mad at me, so-"

"You don't remember?" Katie asked.

"Well…er…no." Then he hurried to add, "But I'm sorry, whatever it was."

"Oliver." Katie let out a deep sigh of frustration. "Last night…you were real screwed up. I don't know what I did to you, but you lost your mind on me and…" she trailed off. Tears were welling behind her eyes as she looked at him. Unable to bear it, she looked to the ground.

"Kates?" She looked up, as if to acknowledge his question. "Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk? I didn't mean to call you that. I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me. Please tell me. I'm so, so sorry."

Without a word, Katie crossed the room so that she was only inches away from Oliver. Then, totally unexpectedly from Oliver's point of view, she kissed him. Oliver pulled back. "Katie, I promise you I won't ever hurt you again."

"I know." With that, they fell back onto Katie's bed, lips locked. They took each other in and signed Oliver's promise with their love.