beetlebum - oasis/blur

BRONA'S INSUFFERABLE HANGOVER

BRONA'S POV

I was fucking out cold.

All of us, bar Damon and Jess had an early flight hope from Paris. They were staying longer to celebrate their engagement, and taking trips into little French villages and such. And I wanted to throttle the both of them for sending us home early, at 4 in the morning to be exact. Bunch of fucking cunts.

The many drinks I'd had in Paris had also caught up with me, leaving me dead on my bathroom floor. It was cold like ice, and was keeping me from spewing my lungs up. I was also screaming into it, due to the fact that I needed food but I hadn't the energy to move and the only thing in my fridge was crusty cottage cheese.

I crawled my way out to the living room, where my phone rested against the wall. I grabbed it by the chord and dialled a number that was almost too familiar. It rang a bit, before it picked up.

"ello, who's this then?" The person on the other side of the phone grumbled. It'd seemed like he'd been awoken. Cranky bastard. "Let us sleep man."

"Who do ya think it is? Get up of your lazy hole!" I exclaimed. The only person I could maybe guilt into getting me food was Liam, as all of my friends were also hungover and they wouldn't do anything nice for me anyway cause they were pricks.

"Ey fuck off," Liam snapped. Wasn't a morning person-or should I say afternoon? He sighed, "what is it ya want, love?"

I pursed her lips, "food Liam," I breathed, "I need food."

"And what's that hafta do with me?" He questioned, his tone becoming more teasing rather than hostile. "You know what I want? You ta give us a blowie."

"You're actually fucking minging," I hissed. I looked round my flat, I felt so fucking lonely ever since Jess moved out but I didn't have the guts to tell no one. "Also wouldn't mind the company."

"Nice ta know," then he just fucking hung up on me. So much for fancying me, huh Liam?

I was actually about to cry at the thought of having no food, but I decided to suck it up. I trailed myself over to my sofa and put the tv on, flicking through the channels. Ended up watching coronation street of all fucking things, nice one.

I was getting really starving, I'd even tried to make a hidden tomato soup buried at the back of my kitchen cupboard-I burned it. It tasted like fucking shite, or what I imagined shite to taste like. I'd even went as far as to open the cottage cheese, which smelt like piss, literal piss.

I groaned accepting my fate, I was going to have to leave my house and march my hole over to Tesco's to get a meal deal or something. The thought of even rising from my sofa made me want to be sick, but I knew it was inevitable.

Just as I began to rise from the sofa, a knock on the door came. I furrowed my eyebrows, confused as to who it would be. I still didn't want to move.

"It's open, come on in!" I called out. Nice one, it could've been a fucking murderer, or like a postman, who tells the postman to come in? Nah man, can't do this today.

The door opened and in swaggered the last person I would've expected-Liam.

Since he'd hung up on the phone I assumed he had a busy day, probably recording or doing interviews and such, but clearly not.

"hiya love," he mused, bringing what looked to be like a bag of food to my face. "Jus' got us a kfc, y'know? Also, some ice-cream, fuckin' starvin' I am."

"Liam I could kiss ya right now," I grinned at him, throwing my arms round him as he sat down beside me. He didn't look opposed to the idea so I did. I kissed him, and I must say-it was fucking class.

"What's got ya in a state then?" He asked, referring to the fact that I couldn't be arsed to shift my hole.

I looked at him, wondering if I could trust him. "Right, so Jess and Damon got engaged." I think I trusted him enough to not leak anything to the paps. "Sent us home from Paris earlier to get some alone time. So an early flight combined with a really bad hangover, isn't great."

"Bless ya," he pouted, bringing me into his embrace. "I've been meanin' ta ask ya," he trailed off.

"Yeah?"

"Right so," he spoke nervously, "bonehead told us to grow some balls, so I will." He smiled at me, "we should go on like...a date? And not to maccies, y'know like a proper proper one."

"Alright," I hummed, beaming at him. Liam was such a fucking softie without knowing it, how cute.

He tried to hide his smile, and gave me a kiss on the head. "Sweet," he mumbled. "Why the fuck we watchin' corrie for?" He seemed genuinely confused at my choice in tv.

"Dunno," I told him, "jus' fuckin' put it on y'know, something to stare at while I endure all this pain."

"You're a fuckin' drama queen," he rolled his eyes, biting into a piece of chicken. "Ah man, still can't believe Alboobs and his bird are engaged. Was it pure cringe?"

"Aye, he fuckin' did this whole big dinner for her," I filled him in on the juicy goss. "Apparently they were eating snails and all."

"that's pure cannibalism," he spoke, "Damon looks like a fuckin' snail." He grimaced at the thought of eating snails. "That's fuckin' disgustin' like, I'd 'ave said no jus' cause of that."

"You would have nothing to say no to," I eyed him in a teasing manner. "You imagine yours and Albarns wedding, do ya? Mr Liam Albarn, love it."

"I fuckin' hate ya."

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