Simply Pink m.c

Chapter 15

What is your all time favorite chapter of my story? Why?
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(Michael's Pov)

My eyes blink open, how long was I out? I study a white ceiling that doesn't seem familiar. Who am I kidding, plain white walls always look the same. I groan, my head feels like it has a heartbeat. I attempt to pull myself up but fail miserably. My limbs feel like jelly and my head hurts so much that if I attempt to move the slightest I might just throw up.

How did I even get like this? All I remember is coming into Ashton's room and asking what was wrong since he was drinking, I remember him handing me a bottle and.... That's about it.

"Luke." I mumble, maybe we are in our hotel room? Maybe after I passed out Luke found me, and took me to our bed.... No that can't be right, our hotel room has "cream colored" walls not white. I flex the fingers to my right hand and attempt to feel around. Was I kidnapped? Again? Because that shit needs to stop.

I suddenly I feel something..... Fingers? Long fingers... Too long to be average.

"Ashton?" I mumble, even the sound of my own voice causes the pounding in my head become worse. I should probably speak lower for my own sake.

I find it humorous that thousands of our fans would kill to hear 5 Seconds Of Summer live, while I am currently cringing at my very own voice.

I nudge at the fingers, I suddenly feel him curl his hand into my own and entertaining our fingers on the bed. This feels strange though... Usually I wouldn't care because it was always a friendly gesture with Ashton, but this friendly feeling left and now It just feels... Slightly awkward, and a little bit more than a friendly gesture.

I gulp, "Ashton.... How did I end up like this?"
Ashton's hand tightened in my own giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze.

"You drank.... And you fell.... Now you've woken up. That's... That's about it." Ashton replies, his voice wavering.

I untangle my fingers from his grip, "I can't get up... Help me? My head hurts too much." I answer groggily.

I then feel the bed dip and then flatten, I feel both of my arms be pulled and soon I was forced sitting up on the bed.

I look around with my blurry vision. It's indeed Ashton's room alright and there are empty bottles scattered on the floor, and I say

"How much beer do you have in the microwave-"

"It's a refrigerator." Ashton butts in. I roll my eyes.

"How much beer do you have in the reefrigherratorrr anyway?" I say correcting myself. Ashton shrugs, "We were out of it for three hours." Ashton says looking at his watch before taking it off and putting it on his nightstand. My eyes widen, THREE HOURS?! Luke is probably freaking out since I wasn't at the hotel when he came back with food.

I get up from the bed in rapid speed instantly regretting it, I lurch forward and horrible vomiting noises fill the room. Once I stop the burn in my throat was just as bad as the smell, "O-oh M-my God." I say rushing to the bathroom jumping over the throw up on the floor. I quickly open the toilet lid and hover over it, letting all the alcohol out. My eyes prick with tears, it hurt my throat so bad, and I vow to never drink again.

After what seems like forever of me vomiting I get up, flush the toilet and wipe my mouth with a paper towel. I need to get back to my room to brush my teeth for a while. Once I step out of the bathroom and enter Ashton's room again I see the vomit completely gone from the wooden floor and Ashton sitting on his bed drinking water. I stare at him in disbelief.