Thanks. (l.h)

Chapter 7

I wake up with my head pounding I close my eyes and wince at the pain in my head

I can't remember what happened last night at all all I know remember is I got drunk last night I also remember the reason why

And apparently Luke came over because his arms were wrapped around my torso I gently try to move out from under his grasp not to wake up him as I move he pulls me back in into his chest

"Your keeping me warm" he says sleepily

"Luke please" I laugh lightly as I speak my head starts pounding again

I get a upsetting feeling in my stomach and rush over to the bathroom not caring that Luke's arms were still around me

I make it to the bathroom in time to get sick as my stomach empties I feel my eyes water man I hate puking

As soon as I'm done I wash my hands and wipe my eyes because they're tears forming as I move I get a sudden pain in my hand

"Fuck" I mumble under my breath still being quite

I look down at it and notice the gash in my hand when'd I cut my hand? Must have done it last night

As I walk back into my room Luke hands me aspirin

"Thanks" I tell him smiling weakly because of my headache

"Yeah no problem I figured you'd have a hang over" he chuckles

"This is why I don't drink" I sigh laying back on my bed

"Your a emotional drunk and a funny one" he informs me

"Oh gosh what I do" I laugh looking over at him

"Well you were crying then laughing then you forgot to put on pants" he say teasing me

"Your kidding me" I rub my eyes laughing lightly

"it was pretty funny" he laughs at me

I hit his arm playfully and he pretends to act hurt my head fucking hurts ugh

"I'm going to go downstairs to get a drink" I tell him getting up making my hand and my head hurt

He follows me

"What are you a lost puppy" I laugh because he followed me downstairs

He makes a sad puppy dog face

"To bad I'm more of a cat person" I laugh again which all this laughing isn't helping my god damn head

I grab a glass and put it under the sink faucet I tip the glass back as Luke just stares at me

"You got a staring problem Hemmings" I mock him

"Maybe"

I raise my eyebrow at him staring back at him

"Whatever" I laugh breaking the stare between us

"So what are you doing today" He asks making conversation

"Sleeping my heads pounding I also don't feel good" I tell him heading into the living room

"Okay well do you want company or-"

"You can stay if you wanna"

" The mates don't have anything planed so I don't mind staying" he says smiling

I fall onto the couch and close my eyes hoping the pounding in my head will stop

"Lily?"

"Hmm"