Never Too Soon

Hangover

POV: Harper

"She's gotta be in there. The door is locked and it's the last room." I heard a muffled voice through the door as my eyes fluttered open.

"How the fuck do you expect me to open the door?" I was able to decipher Max's voice from the bunch.

"Like this." Darius's responded before a foot came through my door. "I expected the door to fall in. Not create a hole."

A hand reached in to unlock the simple lock with two fingers.

The door swung open and the light was flicked on.

"Shit." I hissed and immediately covered my eyes with my hand.

"Found her." Darius declared as if he should've received some prize.

"Turn the damn light off and let me go back to sleep." I grumbled and laid back down on the hard mattress.

"What is that smell?" Lauren gagged and covered her nose.

"I don't know. Ask the girl who is cuddling an empty bottle of tequila like it's a teddy bear." Max pointed at me.

I quickly noticed my grip on the object and pushed it off of the bed before rolling over.

"Short stack... you've got throw up... all over you." Darius winced.

"Too bad I didn't aspirate." I muttered under my breath.

"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that." Darius was done for the day and made it clear.

"Baby, let's get you back to my house so we can get you washed up." Lauren spoke softly and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Don't 'baby' me right now. Don't even be near me." I scooted away from her.

Lauren sighed and stood up to respect my want for space. "I can't have you lay in a pool of vomit. It isn't healthy."

"Neither is wanting to kill someone so badly that someone has to restrain you." I shot back.

"We will discuss what happened earlier once we get you cleaned up and taken care of. We just ran around like chickens with our heads' cut off for four hours. If the taxi driver didn't cough up where he took you I was going to have to call your dad, and I didn't want a prosecutor on my ass after recent events." Lauren rambled.

"Know what? Let's discuss it while I'm hungover and not wanting to deal with shit of any kind so I don't filter and just get it all out?" I slowly sat up and refrained from throwing up more from the movement.

"I don't know if that's the best idea..." Max whispered and leaned away from me as if I was about to lose my shit on the three of them.

"Nope, let's get it over with. Lauren, you pissed me the fuck off by breaking a promise to not beat the shit out of people in front of me. I came here for space and drank since there was a whole bottle of unopened tequila because of how pissed I was." I started off strong and blunt. Similar to the alcohol that was streaming down my throat a few hours earlier and potentially coming back up. My body has never metabolized alcohol quickly.

"He purposefully pushed my buttons until he got a reaction out of me. I should've practiced better self restraint, but when he started to call me names I couldn't stop myself. I am sorry." Lauren dropped her head in shame.

"I would've had no issues with you punching him once, maybe even twice, because of what he was doing. Hell, I wanted to do it myself. What I do have an issue with is how you literally wanted to kill him and Darius had to hold you back so you wouldn't. That's not okay." I looked at her with the coldest glare I could give her. Wasn't the easiest thing to do since I was in love with the woman, but I managed.