I clumsily move my hair out of my face, groaning loud as I got woken by the insistent tone of my phone. I stop immediately, realizing how much my head hurts. My head feels full of nothing but a thousand of boxers, practicing in there. I pull myself up on my elbows as I lay on my stomach in bed. I look at my phone and frown. No, not that expression is approved either. I click ignore on the phone and throw it on the floor. I fall down on my pillow in a loud puff.

Why did I drink so much last night? I will not drink that much ever again, it's not worth this pain. I roll over on my side, hugging my pillow. We got home so late last night, it was way after three.

I hear the phone again and can't help but groan. Why did I throw it on the floor? Now I either have to deal with that constant ringing or move over to pick it up. I sigh heavily and move over, reaching to the floor and my phone. My body hurts and makes me queasy as I stretch. The screen flashes Louis again and I press ignore. Why is he so insistent? As his name disappears I see that I have several missed calls. Actually five. One from Harry about an hour ago and four from Louis, all from last night – except these two last ones. I also have about nine messages. Wow! These guys are clingy. I don't have the strength to read those right now. I set the phone to silence and close my eyes. It's too bright in the room. I want to hide in a dark place somewhere. What is the time really? I check my phone with one eye open. Oh! It's noon already. Well, thank god that it's my day off. Poor Lea has to work today.

In only a couple of minutes I feel my stomach clench together and a nausea fill my body. Oh, no! I push the cover away and sprint to the bathroom, just in time to hurl into the toilet. I throw up several times in a row until I get a break and can lean my head against the cool tile beside the toilet. I hate to puke, it's so disgusting. Only the thought makes my throat close together and I have to move over to the toilet one more time. Afterwards I sit there sweaty and disgusted. I pull myself up against the sink and brush my teeth. I wash my face with cool water and look myself in the mirror.

Wow, I look like shit! My hair is in a messy bun on the side of my face, but it's barely holding any hair in, the rest is all over the place. My eyes are red and I have dark bags under my eyes. I sigh and turn around, not wanting to see that sight anymore. I walk over to my bedroom and pull my shirt off along with my bra, I never took those off last night. At least I got my jeans off, otherwise it would have been painful to wake up. I've done that before, slept in tight jeans – not a pleasant thing. I pull my sweatpants on and a hoodie. I really need some water, I'm dehydrated.

I get into the kitchen and get a big glass of water and walk over to the couch in the living room and sit down. I take two big gulps of water and feel the coolness slide down my parched throat. I feel my phone buzz again and see that it's Lea calling.

“Hey.” I say and realize that my voice is pretty raspy.

“Are you alive?” She ask, groaning into the phone.

“Barely.” I chuckle, but immediately stop since it hurts both my head and my stomach. “Are you?” I ask and once again remember that she's at work.

“No. Duncan get's to work for two today.” Lea says tiredly, I can picture her leaning against the counter in the back. Duncan is a new employee that Isac hired just a couple of weeks ago. He's only sixteen and works weekends and between school. He seems nice and willing to work, so it's good that she takes advantage of him. I remind myself to feel lucky that I'm not working today.

“Yeah, last night was ruff.” I say and pull a hand through my hair, the loose hair tie ends up in my hand.

“You could say that. But really, really fun. It was a while since we did that.” Lea chuckles, probably at the memory of us dancing to the jukebox, giving the people around us a nice show. And by nice, I mean a really, really shitty performance.

“It was. I can't believe you're at work. Kudos! I feel like I wanna bury myself.” I mumble, cuddling closer down into the couch. Lea groans.

“Me too! I actually thought someone was kidding with me when the alarm rang this morning. Thankfully I think I still was a little drunk, so I got up. But now...I don't even wanna see the food in this bakery. Ugh!” She makes a fake puking voice. I smile wide, since I don't want to laugh.

“I can understand that, I spent the morning...or is it afternoon yet?...in the bathroom.” I confess and she chuckles.

“You have always had a weak stomach.” She point out. “Oh, hey, I've gotta go. Duncan is getting over his head with this cake.” She says and sighs.

“Sure, call me later.” We say goodbye and I hit end on the phone. I put my feet up on the couch and pull the blanket closer to me, cuddling it. I feel so bad for myself right now. The worst nausea is gone, but I still feel a little queasy and not really hungry, even though I probably need food in my system.

I close my eyes and feel the deep beating of my head rock me to sleep.

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I wake up by a loud banging and squint my eyes closer. Please go away bad headache! I don't want this pain. I roll over on my side, pulling the blanket over my head, shutting out the bright light coming from the windows. I should probably have gotten a painkiller or something, but I don't want to move. The banging comes again and I realize that it's not my head making that awful sound, it's the front door. Someone's pounding on it. I frown, trying to figure out who it could be. How long did I sleep? My phone shows me that I slept for about an hour and it's just past two. After more knocks on my door I force myself to stand and walk over to the front door, still wrapped in my blanket.

I don't even have the strength to look through the peephole, so I just open the door. There he stands, in grey jeans, a blue knitted sweater and freshly showered hair. I freeze as I realize how horrible I probably look, this is not okay. He shouldn't be here right now.

“Umm...hi?” I say, my voice low and scratchy.

“Wow, you look crappy.” He say and frown.

“Thanks!” I say sarcastically raising my eyebrows, but lower them fast as it hurts my head too much.

“No, I didn't mean it like that!” Harry smiles his cheesy smile and chuckles. “You have an excuse to look like that.” He say and I sigh. He doesn't even know. I feel worse for lying to him, though I probably give the lie a better face looking and feeling like this. This is my punishment. I should feel like crap. I deserve it.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him, trying to diverge the conversation from my appearances. He hold up a bag and smile.

“I brought soup!” He exclaim proudly.

“You made soup?” I ask surprised and see his smile disappear.

“Ehm...no. I bought it.” He confesses, making a very cute, sheepish expression. I chuckle at him, he's very sweet to bring me anything.

“Well, that's fine too. Thank you.” I smile up at him and he looks expectant at me. “Oh, come on in!” I say, remembering my manners. My mind is not working rightly at the moment. I take a deep breath as I close the door behind him and turn around. He's already in the kitchen, fetching a bowl for the soup. Will I be able to keep the soup down? I don't feel that queazy anymore, but my stomach aches. I follow him into the kitchen.

“You didn't miss anything last night. The party was pretty boring.” Harry say as he reheats the soup in the microwave.

“Yeah? It sounded pretty loud and cheery when you called.” I say, remembering people cheering for Louis. I sit down on one of the chairs beside the table. I barely uses this, I almost always eat in the living room. Not so strange when you live alone, the TV as best company.

“Yeah, well that was Lou, I don't know what was up with him, but he got drunk out of his mind.” Harry say as he takes the bowl out of the microwave and put it in front of me. It actually smells good. I ignore his statement about Louis and accept the spoon he gives me and try the soup. It's fresh and easy to get down. I feel my stomach but it feels fine. I take another spoon and enjoy the taste.

Harry takes the seat opposite me at the table and watch me eat.

“Do you think you need to go to the doctor for this?” He ask, waving his hand towards me. I frown.

“No, it's probably a 24-hours thing. I feel better already.” I lie, because I will feel better soon. At least as soon as the hangover ends. Though I guess I am a little better since I can keep my food down.

“Good!” He smiles relieved at me. I feel like such a bad person for lying to one of my best friends. What kind of friend am I really? I have to do better. I just have to.

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“So have you talked to anyone?” Lea ask me as we unpack the Chinese food on the table of her living room. It's been two days since our drunken night and we've just ended work together. I still feel a little tired from that night, the hangover has left its tracks. I know what she's actually asking, trying to be slick about it.

“I haven't talked to Louis, if that's what you're asking.” I mumble, putting the bag on the floor. “Wasn't it you who told me to ignore him?” I frown as I turn to her. She's pouring wine in our glasses.

“Yeah, I guess. I was just wondering.” She say, shrugging.

“Well, I've ignored the hell out of him. I'm just irritated at the whole thing.” I say, taking an egg roll and biting on the end of it. “Why did it have to be him that I've slept with? He's so schizophrenic. Sweet at one point and an ass the next. My head hurts from all the twisting. I just want to erase his presence from my life, it would make it so much easier, but it's impossible since he's one of Harry's best friends.” I groan, throwing the roll on the table. I think this is the longest speech I've made about the subject and I can feel Lea's shock. She clears her throat.

“I don't know how to help you with this, I've never been in your position. But if you don't want him in your life, then don't let him in.” She say and take a sip of her wine. “You don't have to be friends with all of Harry's friends. Sure you will probably be at the same place now and then, but you can ignore him then.” She say and smile. I think about what she said. Is it possible to do that? Maybe I can get him to understand that I want nothing to do with him, once and for all?

“Yeah, maybe that is possible.” I say low, picking my egg roll up again.

I stop eating when I hear the tone of my phone. I pick it up from my purse that's laying on the floor beside the table. The screen flashes Harry.

“Hi.” I answer and see Lea walk to the bathroom.

“Hey little lady. What are you doing?” Harry ask, his voice happy as normal.

“I'm eating some Chinese with Lea. What are you doing?” I say, taking a sip of my wine.

“Oh, nothing. I was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang, but I guess if you're with Lea, then that's a no.” He say, chuckling lightly.

“Actually, I can come. Lea's going out with some old friends of hers, so I'm all yours.” I say and smile. I haven't spent any time with Harry since he got me the soup the day before yesterday. It's unusual since we see each other almost everyday. At least for a couple of minutes. He comes in at work some days to say hi when he knows that we wont see each other later. It's kind of sweet.

“Yay! Well, then I will see you in a while. Just come when you're ready.” He say and I agree, hanging up the phone just as Lea comes back.

“Hanging with the Styles are we?” Lea says smiling as she sits down beside me.

“Yep.” I say and drink the last of my wine.

“What are you two doing?” Lea ask, pulling her phone out and looking at it.

“Nothing special, probably just watching a movie or something.” I shrug and eat the last of my food.

Notes

Hello sweeties!

So an update! Surprise! Holy crap I'm bad at updating right now. I am starting the next chapter right now, I promise! And it will hopefully not take as long to publish.

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