Mutinous

Chapter 4

I was sure I had tried to convince myself at least a hundred times that the events from the night before had just been a dream. I couldn't believe Harry and I had talked, but his phone number saved in my phone told me otherwise. We had for a fact talked, and the smile on my face was unbreakable.

I was making eggs when Jen stumbled down the stairs. She looked worse than the night before, with a nest of hair on top of her head. Dark circles framed her eyes which hung halfway down telling me exactly what poor state she was in. "Morning," I said with a cheerful voice, and she sent me a glare.

"Stop the cheerfulness, you are giving me a headache."

"I'm sure you brought that upon yourself."

"Don't comment on it. I'm feeling bad enough as it is. Please tell me people didn't see me throw up."

"I could, but that would be a lie."

"You were supposed to play along."

"You know, I'm no very good liar."

"True."

"Eggs?" I offered and handed her a plate of scrambled eggs mixed with onions and tomatoes.

"It smells nice, I have to admit. So I'd love to say yes, but really I can't eat anything. If I do, I think it'll come back up."

"I didn't need to vision that."

"Sorry, just stating facts." She faked me a smile and sat down on a barstool.

"Glass of water?"

"No." She sighed. "Just say it."

"Say what?" I gave her a confused stare unsure of what she meant.

"I told you so. I'm sure you've been waiting to say it."

"No, I think the state you're in is punishment enough. Good thing Louis was there to help you out."

Her eyes went wide, and she looked panicked as if she remembered something. "I might as well just bury myself. Can't believe he saw me in that state. I was pathetic."

"You are being overdramatic."

"Am not. I throw a party, and people have to leave early because I'm so wasted I can't even walk. My reputation is ruined." Either she was still drunk or just being very overdramatic. Either way, it was quite amusing.

"You're fine. Louis and Harry seemed very understanding." A smile crept over my lips at the mentioning of his name.

"Harry as in the hot Harry from our class?"

"No, Harry Potter."

"Not funny." She stuck out her tongue at me.

"Well, who else would it be? Yes of course Harry from our class."

"He was here?" Apparently, she didn't remember everything, and I wondered if she remembered how she got to bed.

"Yes, he was here. Louis and him told people to leave. They were being very helpful. Wanted to help clear up, but I told them I'd be alright."

She looked around taking the place in. It was almost as if nobody had been here last night. "You didn't." Her eyes met mine, and I gave her a nod.

"Course I did. You know me."

"You're the best." She came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and though the gesture was nice it made me sick. She still reeked of vomit.

"You should brush your teeth," I suggested.