[Harry's POV]
I grumbled pacing closer to her and then grabbed a fistful of her hair as I pulled up.
"Where the fuck were you last night, Freya?" I mused, trying not to raise my voice, and then grimaced as the stench of alcohol lingered on my nose.
Damn it. She must have drowned herself in alcohol. This girl is just ignoring me as her eyes are barely open.
Freya was about to say a word when I glared at her and began to drag her upstairs by her hair.
"You reek of alcohol, and I don't like you appearing this way in front of my boys... you're going to take a shower, while I prepare hangover soup! You little brat" I cussed aloud at her as she turned around, her back facing me.
"Boys save me!" She screamed stretching her hands but then Chris said;
"You really need to shower Aunt"
Once I had let her into her room, I dropped her belongings on the bed and exhaled but she jumped on the bed, spread her arms and squirmed on the bed like a warm.
