the summer i turned beautiful [l.t]

Chapter 42 -- Something About You

I was engulfed in soft blankets. Soon after I had breakfast in bed and watching the local news and Twilight, I fell asleep. I didn't know how long I've been sleeping, but I know its been a few hours. I cautiously opened my eyes, adjusting to the sunlight, but I looked quite stupid doing that because it was Dark. I looked over the alarm clock to my right on the nightstand. 

10:39pm.

I've been asleep for HOW MANY HOURS? I quickly did the math in my head. 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. 10 Hours. That's weird. I would never take a nap for a 10 hours let alone stay in the same place for 10 hours. I heard a quiet snoring beside me. Louis was sound asleep beside me, and he was barely covered in the blankets. He probably saw me shivering in my sleep and gave me his blanket. I chuckled as his stupidness. I stretched in place, and let out a yawn. I haven't showering in maybe a day or two, so I carefully got out of bed, not waking Louis up and when to the bathroom.

I tiptoed into the bathroom and stripped down. I turned the shower on full steam and hopped in. The hot water awaken me fully and it felt good to relax. I wasked my hair with some strawberry scented shampoo and conditioned my hair after that. I quickly got out and wrapped myself in a towel, and bracing the cold air around me. 

Thinking that I will never be able to fall asleep again, it walked into the kitchen. I grabbed whatever was in th fridge, which was a mini frozen pizza, and some fresh ravioli. I picked the ravioli and pulled out a pan and started cooking. I was so starved.

By the time i finished eating, there was a uneasy feeling in the stomach. I began playing around with the ravioli, hoping time will pass and my stomach with settle.

A rush of nausea ran through me, and without thinking I covered my mouth and ran into the bathroom. I opened the toilet cover and threw up. My hand were on either side of the floor and i wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. The feeling was harsh on my stomach still.

 "Shit! Fuck! DAMN FUCKING RAVIOLI." I cursed. I must've undercooked the raw ravioli. Ugh disgusitng.

"Liz? Are you in here?" Louis knocked on the door. His voice was determined, yet tgroggy. Shit the door wasn't locked.

"Shit, Louis don't come in here. I don't want to you see me like this."

Thinking as if I can stop him, he unlocked the door and walked in. I quickly flushed the toilet, before he saw. 

"Are you okay babe?" he bent down to my level, and i sat down on the cold hard marble floor. 

"Do I look okay?" I ran my fingers through my hair.

His eyebrows fluttered upwards "Well, according to my calculations, you've been throwing up. And by the fantastic look on your face, it don't really think your okay."

"No shit sherlock. I think I must've undercooked the ravioli. i was hungry. You can't blame me." I laughed.

"Come on, let's go to sleep. I'll get you a cup of water and some pain relievers. Just rince your mouth." he held out his hands and pulled me up.