Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Part 24: Hangover PTSD

I'm not good at being hungover. I woke up parched, with a splitting headache. Kal was faithfully by my side, awaiting my return to the land of the living.

I don't want to be alive today.

I began having flashbacks of the previous night. Cocaine. Martinis. Taylor kissing my breasts in the cab. Ben.

Jesus Christ. I made out with another man.

I shuddered to myself. How could I possibly have done this?

But you walked away before anything happened. So you're all good.

I pulled the sheets over my head. I hadn't experienced Hangover PTSD in many years. The flashbacks of all the foolish things I said—that I did—were hitting me like a sniper.

My phone started ringing in the bed beside me. I winced at the sound—my head pounded in the rhythm of the ring. The call came from a private number, so I declined the call.

I picked up my iPhone and began scrolling through my notifications. Nothing much had happened since I was last sober.

I let out a yawn and stretched my arms and legs as far as they would go. Despite my poor choices, I seemed to have escaped from this episode unscathed.

I poured coffee over my mug of Irish cream. After letting Kal run around the garden, he, I and my coffee returned to bed. I sat up in bed and began scrolling through Instagram.

Movie star relapses in London: Ben Affleck was seen drinking heavily while partying with two unidentified women at a local hotspot. After heavy PDA, the trio disappeared into a Black Cab.

I blinked.

"What," I whispered to myself. I read the caption again. The photo was of the actor at an Oscar party years ago.

"What?!" I shrieked aloud. Kal barked. I nodded at him, slowly realizing what this meant for me. "You're right, buddy. I'm fucked," I whispered to the dog.

As I stared at that post, I tried desperately to remember the man I danced with the night before. There was no way I had randomly met Ben Affleck at a night club. Not after I had randomly met Henry Cavill in a bar.

It's no longer random when you're part of this film industry community.

I began to Google search Ben Affleck. Thousands of images popped up—each one looking more and more like the man I met the night before. My heart sank. There were probably photos of me with him. I just hadn't been identified yet.

"Oh, no..." I whispered aloud. The realization hit me like a semi truck.

I have to come clean to Henry. Before he finds out what happened.

I took a deep breath. "Hey Siri, call Henry."

He answered on the first ring. "How are you, darling?" he asked me, sounding warm. I could feel his smile through the phone.

"Worse for ware. Thank you for rescuing me, baby," I said quietly. "Can you FaceTime me? I need to talk to you."

Without a word, he FaceTimed me immediately. He was clean shaven and his dark curls appeared to be damp from a shower. His mouth was curled into a wide smile, his teeth sparkling at me. His eyes were bluer than I'd ever seen them before. He was positively glowing.

"You look amazing," I whispered to him. He smiled shyly, brushing off the compliment.

"Is everything okay?"

"No, Henry, everything is not okay," I told him, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. He frowned. "Last night, I made some rather serious missteps."