another pretty december | b.e

twenty six

im gonna put a warning just in case someone has emetophobia because there is mentions of vomiting.

I am never drinking again.

I jump up straight out of bed and straight to the toilet to empty the contents of my stomach. 

fuck. 

I lay on the cold tile floor and groan, clutching my head. 

this was a mistake. 

what even happened last night? 

I just remember getting drunk as fuck and then flashes of me in the uber alone, singing my new song to the driver because she was a fan?

I hate myself when im drunk.

the hotel room door opens and I groan, flopping onto my back.

"HARRY!" I yell out. "HELP ME! I'M DYING!" 

the bathroom door swings open and I look up to harry who's got his hands crossed over his chest, smirking down at me. 

I feel bile rise up my throat so I lift back up and lean my head over the toilet. 

I hate being sick after drinking all night. 

it fucking sucks. 

"ive never got that reaction from a woman before"

"fuck off" I gag and more of my stomach contents empties into the toilet. 

"you can stay on the toilet but I need to shower, we gotta leave in thirty"

I don't reply, flopping back onto the floor and resting my cheek against the cool tile.

harry comes back into the bathroom in his boxers and throws a cold bottle of water on the floor. 

"ill have a shower and get dressed and then im gonna bring you some clothes, alright?"

"just shower already" I sit up and close my eyes, knowing harry is about to drop his boxers and step into the shower.

and I do not want to see that. 

I open the water and down the whole bottle, leaning against the toilet. 

I look down and realise im literally led here in my thong and nothing else.

"do you have a boner?" I turn to look at the shower but the glass is all fogged up.

"what?"

"do you have a boner?" I repeat louder.

"no, why the fuck would I have a boner?"

"im sat here with my boobs out and you're not hard?"

harry laughs out loud and I attempt to pull myself up off the floor, leaning over the sink.

"no im not hard! I wasn't even looking!"

"that's fucking homophobic"

"shut the fuck up ember"

im serious! my boobs are fucking beautiful, why wouldn't harry get a boner?

homophobic im telling you.

with shaking hands I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and slowly brush my teeth, knowing if I brush my tongue too hard ill vomit again. 

I am never drinking again.

once ive brushed my teeth I slowly walk into the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed, holding my head in my hands.

harry comes out a little later with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"don't move ember"

just to piss him off I lift my arms up and flop them about and he huffs, making me smile.

"does it look like im about to take off for a marathon? no, im staying right here" 

harry ignores me gets himself dressed, using the blow dryer to quickly dry his hair.

"im gonna get you some clothes and pack your shit away, okay?"

"how was your night?"

"it was great, how was your night?"

"I don't really remember"

harry chuckles and doesn't say anything, throwing the clothes beside me.

"where's your underwear?"

"in the side pocket, can you get my uggs too?"

"yeah, what do you want me to leave out?"

"I need my sunnies, lamby and a blanket, you can pack everything else"

while harry babies me and packs everything, I slide my sports bra over my head and get dressed, shoving my thong into my washing bag, knowing harry wouldn't touch them. 

we always look after each other when we're hungover so I know harry will look after me.

last night was definitely a mistake.

"are you ready to go?" I nod my head, shoving my phone into my pocket and pulling my hood up, draping the blanket over me.

together we carry our bags downstairs and because im running late, the suv is already at the door waiting for us.

harry hands the driver our suitcases and takes me backpack off me and I slowly climb onto the suv, seeing finneas and claudia slimed over each other, sleeping with sunglasses on.

"you guys hungover too?" billie asks and I nod but don't speak, knowing if I open my mouth ill vomit.

I don't really wanna speak to her right now anyway.

"ember just needs to sleep over this hangover" harry answers for me.

I don't say anything, sitting down and pulling out my eye mask from my backpack and taking my sunglasses on, sliding on over my eyes which blocks all of the lights.

I don't speak, knowing we'll be at the airport soon and we've gotta walks through the airport. 

again, drinking last night was a big fucking mistake. 

I JUST GOT TICKETS TO SEE HARRY FUCKING STYLES BITCHES 😭🥳