Colorblind [h.s]

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"I see the bad moon a-rising.

I see trouble on the way

I see earthquakes and lightnin'

I see bad times today."

Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival

*Two Days Later*

I think I've been drunk for 48 hours. Crying on my couch while chugging whiskey wasn't my best moment. Thankfully my apartment is stocked with wine and vodka. Or was, at least.

The girls would be concerned about my casual binge drinking, but I don't care. They're not here and I was just told something that flipped my life upside down, in addition to being yelled at by Harry and told that he wants nothing to do with me.

All of the above sucks. So sue me for trying to take the edge off.

The day after Harry left I woke up still hammered and to a text from Louis telling me that I needed to buy a dress for a nice event that we're dealing at tonight. As I was drunk typing a mean response about how I'm a broke college student and that it's rude of him to assume I don't already have a nice dress I can wear, $1000 was transferred into my Venmo, which quickly shut me up.

I ran a brush through my hair and changed into decent clothes, drinking a glass of wine quickly before walking to a fancy dress store, because I was told to "not look like my usual self," which led to more drunk crying. I ended up blowing the entire grand on a gorgeous light purple dress that was luckily on sale, so it was about $2000 cheaper.

I was sent an email that definitely looked like it was spam or from a hacker, but since the subject was "Violet get fuckin' ready baby", I assumed it was from Niall.

I was right.

Clicking on the email brought me to a page of the itinerary for the night. Liam was to pick me up from my apartment at 8pm sharp. I had to be fully ready by then and completely sober, which is why I stopped drinking after I got the email yesterday. My entire night was planned out move by move, so memorizing it later on that night was key.

I had to go for a walk and get a sweat going in order for this hangover to skip town. I threw up the second I got to my apartment, though. I guess my body rejects all exercise. But I did seem to get most of the alcohol out of my system which is good.

After a long, hot shower I still looked like hell. I changed into a loose cropped t-shirt and sweatpants along with fuzzy socks for extra comfort. I popped three Ibuprofen and chugged a couple glasses of water before making myself the best hangover food: bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich with a side of coffee- iced, not hot. This part is crucial.

It was around 2pm at that point, and electrolytes were needed. Thankfully Avery is psychotic and goes on daily runs, so I snagged one of her yellow Gatorades from the fridge and chugged it. I turned on Criminal Minds and quickly fell asleep, but not before setting an alarm for 6pm so I could have plenty of time to get ready.

Which brings me to now. The sound of my alarm just scared me awake and I immediately got up so as not to fall back asleep and screw myself over. Walking into the bathroom, I still look like shit. My face is puffy from crying and drinking and my under eye bags are horrendous, so it's time to do some damage control.