Home is You

Chapter 28

Liam:

My eyes flicker open, before immediately shutting from the penetration of the sun through the windows. My eyes burn as I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping to block out any more sun. I put my hand over my eyes to further the darkness, but it's no use. The sun is as bright as ever. I sigh, rubbing my eyes. I feel like someone is taking a hammer to my head repeatedly. I still feel as if the room is spinning. My mouth is dry and with each move of my body, I feel slight pain.

I reluctantly open my eyes again. I can barely concentrate and I feel as if even though my stomach is empty, I am about to vomit. I realize that I am on the floor and still in my clothes from last night. I lick my lips and feel the dryness in my mouth from lack of water. My entire body aches, and I am already starting to feel a flare up pop up. I put my weight on the arm of the couch to lean up before looking around the room, my eyes settling on the coffee table in front of me.

"Oh no," I say as I look at the empty vodka bottle and glass that is on the table. "I didn't," I say arguing the facts that are in front of me. I steady myself enough to sit up on the couch. I rub the side of my face as I look at the coffee table in front of me once again. I sigh, "What did I do? How much did I drink?" I say aloud, picking up the vodka bottle. I must've been in pretty bad shape last night.

I can't even be sure to what is the last thing I remember. I remember bits of pieces of watching the fashion show last night, and I remember drinking a bit, outside of that everything is a blank.

I get up and walk unsteadily over to the kitchen counter to grab my medication. I pick up the prescription bottle and stare at it for a moment. "I'm surprised that I even woke up this more with what I drank last night, and the fact I shouldn't be drinking at all with the medications that I am on. At this point, there isn't much I can do, as whatever damage could've been caused has been caused by now. I take my morning dose, before throwing the pill bottle back down onto the counter. I rub my temples gently in a circular motion trying to ease the tension that is in my head.

I check the time on the stove and realize it's only 7 a.m. I do remember seeing the rest of the fashion show, so I am assuming I had to have passed out sometime around midnight. Even if, I got seven hours of sleep, it feels like I only got about two. I was so crazy and reckless last night to drink as much as I did. I massage my hand to ease the pain from the flare up. I guess I deserve this.

After downing a couple bottles of water, I decide to take a quick run outside, hoping to be able to run my hangover away. The cooler air against my face feels nice and makes me feel slightly more normal. I begin to feel my headache slowly diminish the further I run. I try to concentrate on remembering what happened last night and trying to remember exactly what happened at the fashion show. I take another quick circle around the park before heading back to the apartment.

I jump into the shower, letting the steam fill the bathroom to relieve some of the pressure in my head, before getting inside. The steam and warm water met away a lot of my headache and tension and I begin to feel a bit better. For the first time all morning, I feel like I can actually process information and remember things from last night.

As I begin to process things, and slowly recall the events of last night, I remember that I was commenting like crazy last night on the live stream. A worrisome thought crosses my mind at what I might have said. I hope I didn't say anything that would reveal that it was I that was actually commenting. Between seeing Kelly and Steffy on the runway last night, my emotions were on overdrive and my intelligent thought process was nonexistent. Even, if I could remember what I said, there is no way in the world that I would ever find my all of my comments again.