UnPretty - A Harry Styles Romance

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"Bennnniiieeeee..."

"Bennie."

"Benniebooboo."

"Benji."

"Benjamin."

"Benniebutthole."

"Hey."

"You need to wake up it's like three-thirty in the afternoon."

"GET UP, LAZY ASS!!"

I awoke with a start to see my unhappy best friend staring down at me with a cup of water. I seized it and gulped it down. I was really thirsty.

"Thanks," I grumbled, giving the cup back to her.

"I was going to pour that on you, but whatever works," she shrugged.

"I feel awful," I said, clutching my head.

"Oh yeah, you got totally shitfaced last night," she, on the other hand, looked fine.

"I did?"

"Yeah, you had a bunch of shots."

"Oh," I sank back into my bed and noticed I was wearing a tight black dress and a ton of necklaces.

"Yeah, but guess what," Marcie said, sitting at the foot of the bed.

"What?" I rubbed my eyes and found black streaks on my hands.

"Somebody carried you back here at like four in the morning after you passed out."

"Who?"

"Dunno. I was already asleep."

"YOU LEFT WITHOUT ME?!"

"Um, yeah, I was not about to haul your drunk ass home at four am."

"You're lying."

"Am not!"

"Yeah, okay," I said sarcastically. "But can you bring me some pain killer, more water, and the box set of Glee?"

"Naaaahhh," Marcie said vaguely.

"Pweeeeaaase?" I begged, pouting, then moaning when a wave of nausea hit me.

"Fine, but first you have to admit that you had fun at the party," she grinned.

"I don't even remember any of it!" I grunted.

"I don't care," Marcie shrugged.

"Fine," I muttered, "I had fun."

"How much fun?" Marcie teased.

"Loads," I answered quickly, "NOW PAMPER ME LIKE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN YOUR BEST FRIEND IS HUNGOVER!"

"AYE AYE!" she shouted, halfway down the hall.

I scanned the room, looking for my phone, praying it was still in my possession. Luckily, it was on the dresser, but it only had 14% battery left.

I'll charge it later, I decided.

Somewhat nervously, I checked it, making sure I hadn't drunk texted anyone, which happens more often than I'd like to admit.

I saw that I had sent my cheating scumbag of an ex a very detailed description of how he should commit suicide.

But that's nothing out of the ordinary.

"HEY BENNIE!" Marcie's voice called out from the other room.

"WHAAAAAT?!" I moaned in reply. Because shit did my everything hurt.

"COME IN THE LIVING ROOM SO I CAN WATCH GLEE TOO!"