Lars and Sadie

Chapter Four

CW: THROWING UP

Sadie's POV

It took me awhile, but I'm finally awake. But I refuse to open my eyes. My head is pounding, and the darkness from my eyelids is the only thing keeping me from getting nauseous. I fully regret drinking so much last night. I don't drink often, but I should've stopped after the second drink.

God I barely remember last night.

I hope I didn't embarrass myself too much.

I lay perfectly still, petrified of the consequences of my drinking from last night. Until I feel someone stir beside me. They groan, and I realize its Lars's voice.

What...

He stops instantly, as he also realizes I'm next to him too. Slowly, my eyes open. They squint, but I'm able to make out my surroundings. My gut almost tosses my drinks from last night out of my mouth. I remember this room, vividly. My eyes close again. I go to speak, but feel how hoarse my voice is. I try to swallow, but end up coughing instead.
"L-Lars?"
"Yeah...?" He seems scared in his tone.
"Did we...?" I couldn't finish my sentence, feeling myself becoming embarrassed.
"No. Not a chance," he says, "I would've definitely remembered that." I feel him sit up from beside me. He groans again, "Oh shit."

His hangover must be pretty bad too.

As he gets up, he starts to head to the door. I wait until I hear the door close to finally fully open my eyes. As they open, I sit up and clutch my head in my hands.

"God..." I start to say, but then the throw up comes rushing from my stomach to my mouth, and I have to clasp my hand around my mouth to stop it from coming up. I stand, rushing to the trash can that's in the corner of the room. I felt like it wouldn't stop coming. As I threw up, I begun thinking over and over about what happened.

How did I get here?

I threw up harshly once again.

"God" I mumble under my breath, feeling empty. My body shivers, feeling the throw up on my lips cool from the rooms temperature. There's a knock at the door. "W-WHAT." I demand, feeling so many emotions running in my body.
"Do...you need any help?"
"NO!" I yell once more.

I feel a rumble in my gut that travels up to my throat. My stomach churn again, and I throw up one final time. I struggle to stand, but placing a hand on the wall I am able to stand wobblily on my feet. I look around the room, and find some tissues on Lars bedside table.

Ew.

I go to it, and snag several tissues, wiping the vomit off of my face. I grimace and the grossness, and toss them in the trash, trying not to think about it. Once I feel clean, I stand by his full length mirror from his closet, and see I'm wearing his clothes. I wear an old t-shirt with a snake on it, and I wear a pair of baggy pants. I couldn't help but smile.

That was sweet of him to help me.

I start to look around the room again.

He repainted.

The room was now a light brown, and even his bed was different, it was more modern. He must've moved his console games downstairs because this room had nothing like that in it. It's weird how much a person can change in only a few years. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door again. "Sadie?"
"Come in." The door opens, and I see Lars. He has a loose tank top on, and grey sweats on. As I look at him, I spot a tattoo of a snake on his right shoulder.

How did I miss that before?

The energy between us is...strained, and awkward. I'm just so confused and lost on what had happened last night. I don't know what to say to him. "Sadie?" He asks me. "Do...do you remember what happened last night?"