Midnight Moonlight (5SOS)

Chapter 2

When I woke up the next morning, my head was killing me. I had a strong urge to throw up but as I looked around I slowly took in the fact that I was not at my house. I turned my head to the side, trying really hard not to throw up right then and there, and found two strangers who look like they might have had too much to drink sleeping soundly on the couches nearby. I walked around the house until I found the door leading to the bathroom. Without even caring that this isn't my home, I started vomiting in the toilet while trying my hardest to keep my hair out of my face, disgusting, I know but I have the right to be like this seeing as I was going through my first hangover. Suddenly, I felt my hair being pulled back into a loose pony tail and a hand lightly rubbing my back. When the puke finally stopped, the same person handed me some napkins. I looked up at this person, his face was vaguely familiar but I couldn't quite make it out. "You okay?" The dark haired guy asked me. His voice... Calum! And then all the memories from last night all came back. It was like a movie being played in my head. Although, certain parts were "censored" and I couldn't understand what the fuck was happening then. I kinda spaced out for a minute there and Calum furrowed his eyebrows, snapping his fingers in front of me, trying to snap me out of my trance. I looked up at him, tired and on the verge of fainting in the bathroom. He noticed this and reached down to help me up after I had cleaned up my "little" mess. Calum looked at me, worry and exhaustion in his eyes, "Do you need a ride home? I mean its like 4AM but I'm sure there are taxis or something." I waved him off as if to say I was fine while mumbling about needing my phone. When it was finally in my hands, I made a call to my driver, Larry. He sounded sleepy for about five seconds then he started sounding more alert as I read him the address of the house I was in courtesy of Calum. Cal came out to see me off, not before giving me his number, talking about how he would love to talk to me again when we were more sober. I did like him, he was funny and nice. To top it off like a strawberry on a piece of cake, he constantly told me how beautiful he thinks I am and for the first time in my life, I actually believed him. I have developed a crush for a guy I met less than 24 hours ago. The old me wouldn't approve, but then again, after getting drunk and possibly high at an actual party with celebrities and people my age, I'm happy to say that I'm not that person anymore.
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Larry is a loyal friend of mine and he promised he wouldn't tell my parents about my party experience which gave me one less problem to worry about. Now I only have 99 left. I happily climbed into my cozy bed as soon as I snuck inside my house and changed into the pajamas I had thrown off the previous night. By the time I woke up, my headache was nearly gone. The more it went away, the more memories come flooding back into my brain. Personally, I would rather suffer a headache than know about the shit I did last night.
Problem 100: I kissed Luke Hemmings.

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Sorry for any mistakes and thank you for reading if you did. I know its short and sucks but drama is coming soon :-)