Ice Hearts (Nikki Bella/ Seth Rollins)

Day after

Seth pov

I was awoken. Not by the sun, not by the alarm, people, cars, chickens, none of that. I was awoken because I wanted to throw up. I, as quickly as I could have, raced to the bathroom and begin to let it all out. All I knew is that I went to a club last night with some of my co-workers. I step away from the toilet going to flush it but a next set begin to come up and some landed on my feet. Gross! I lazily reached up for the toilet paper and wiped my foot and the little that got on the floor. I throw the paper into the toilet bowl and flushed it. I was going to walk back out but I felt the urge to throw up again so I let it out again and after that I made myself comfy on the floor because I know I'm going to be here quite a long while. I don't even have meds for this crap because I don't usually drink, and two, I really don't like pills. I sighed and lay my head down on the fluffy bathroom mat.

I must have been out for a while because next thing I know I felt someone lightly kicking my feet causing me to groan. I looked up and saw Dean standing over me, waving. I groaned super loudly at his face and he narrowed his eyes at me. He isn't the person I want to see when I wake up. But judging by the circumstances I don't really want anyone to see me like this, so in a way it is a good thing Dean is the one. "Here smells disgusting! Get up!" His loudness trigger back my headache as I held my head in pain. He realized and smiled. "Do you mind kind of looking away. I have to pee." I tried to shoot draggers at him with my glare but my head is pounding way too much so I simply turned away. I then hear him sigh out in relief as well as his pee. This is the absolute worst morning or way to ever wake up. How the hell did he even get in here? I winced, now isn't the time to think.

I heard Dean's zipper zip up so I got up, wobbly of course. My hand reach for the sink counter as I finish pull myself up. I washed my hands and rinsed my mouth out, still too weak to brush my teeth. I then look in the mirror and gasped, what the hell? Why the hell do I have bruises on my face? I turned to look back at Dean for answers, he shrugged and push me out the way washing his hands. I look horrid! I look at myself behind him and felt my knees getting weak again. "Dean can you carry me back to bed?" I opened my arms waiting to be lifted off to bed but instead I heard a loud laugh which isn't helping my already horrid headache. "Sorry to break it to you but you aren't the girl of my dreams I need to swipe off her feet. For obvious reasons. One you are a dude. And two, too slutty," Dean told and normally I would have told him screw him but since I'm super weak and I don't want to sleep on the floor again, I said, "Dean please. My feet are going to give away any second now." Dean looked at me angrily while I struggled to bite back my smile because I know he would help me.

He picked me up bridal style and I smirked. "Such a great prince," I teased as he looks down at me with nothing but anger in his eyes which makes this even funnier. "Shut up, your breathe stinks!" He snapped and I shut my mouth immediately. Such a cranky skanky he is. I then felt myself being dumped on the bed like garbage. And who knew a bed could hurt so much?!? I groaned at him, flipping him off. "Such an ungrateful twat."  He muttered as I snickered a bit. I turned on my back, facing up. "Sit up!" He commanded and I'm no longer in the mood to tease so I sat up. "Raise your arms." He commanded again but this time nicer, almost like I was his child. I did as told and he took off my vomit stained shirt and threw it on the floor. I sighed and fell back on the bed, closing my eyes. "I should have never had come here. Should have gone by Nikki. Maybe I'd get to take off her top instead of yours." His words angered me but I ignored them and choose not to go off for the benefit of the both of us.

"I'm not slutty." I referred back to his words in the bathroom. He laughed and pat my hair, like I'm some dog. "Sure you aren't. Later turd." Dean walked to the door leaving me to plea for him to come back but he didn't. Bitch, I thought and knock back out, glad I don't have to do anything today since it is Sunday.

Nikki pov

I woke up like four hours ago, threw up twice and had a headache but I took my pills and I'm fine now. I walked out of my hotel room getting ready for a long day ahead. Most superstars have nothing to do today but for us divas we have photoshoots, and trust me, they are hard work. I pushed the elevator button and pulled out my phone as I waited to arrive on my floor. I decided to call Brie and check in on her. I smiled at the person who just entered trying to get hold of my sister. "Brianna, where are you!?" I scolded through my phone when she finally picked up. "I'm just leaving my hotel room. And tone down! I still have a horrid headache." I heard her close the door and I rolled my eyes. I would have yelled at her but I'm sure I was just as bad as her last night. "Whatever just hurry." I hung up the phone after saying and ran my fingers through my hair.

The elevator door opened and Brianna walked in with sunglasses covering her eyes. "Ugh you." She greeted and I cringed at her, rude. I just shook it off and poked her head, laughing. "Nicole!!! I told you I have a headache! Why are you such an asshole?!" She yelled at me gaining everyone in the lift attention. I chuckled driving her more insane. "I dislike you," She muttered to me and I faked a pout. "I love you too," I told as we existed the lift and began to walk out from the hotel. "Same car?" I asked as she nodded, clearly having a horrid headache, poor her.

Plus the flashing lights, the big light will be on us, she is going to have it bad. I smiled. "You drive. I'm in way too much pain to even focus." She told as we walked up to my car and I shrugged, opening the door as she sat on the passenger's side. "I'll stop by the pharmacy on the way. Whiny Brie, is the worst Brie," I told and put my car in reverse, reversing out then driving off. "Thanks." She muttered in too much pain to even argue. She's lucky I love her or else I wouldn't even be stopping on this trip.

(A/n: tiny little filler)