a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

Time Moves Slow

I wake up, my head spinning and my stomach squirming, saliva fills my mouth as I sit up. I run to the bathroom and throw myself over the toilet, nearly missing. I vomit into the toilet bowl clutching my stomach in agony and disgust
"Fucks sake." Tom speaks in his low morning voice as he kneels by my side and holds my hair out of my face. He puts a hand on my back and rubs in circular motions as he sighs
"Sorry" I say between gags
"Its alright, get it all out." He huffs. I get all of my sick out and keep my head over the toilet incase any more comes, Tom grabs toilet roll and wipes my mouth cleaning any excess. My eyes water and my mouth goes dry
"Lets get you in the shower then." Tom rolls his eyes and runs the hot water for me as he helps me undress
"You still feel drunk or you just hungover?" He questions as I lift my arms for him to remove my shirt
"Both" I admit leaning on his shoulder for support
"Alright." He walks me to the shower and wets my hair under the warm water. I balance myself with the shower wall as Tom undresses himself

He gets in and grabs the shower gel from the floor, he squirts the gel onto his hand and washes my body as I lean my head on his shoulder
"You still feeling sick?" He asks as he lathers my body with the sweet smelling soap
"No, not really" I groan
"Poor girl" He sighs as he rubs shampoo into my scalp, I rub my face in embarrassment as Im washed by Tom.
"Why don't you stay in bed today hm?" He hums as he speaks
"Mhm" I squeeze my eyes shut trying to stop my head from spinning.
He covers my eyes with a large hand as he washes she shampoo from my hair, he removes his hand and looks into my eyes, his chocolatey brown pupils are clouded with lust as he stares at me. He tilts his head and kisses my hot face all over, his soft lips sending shivers down my spine.
Tom gets out of the shower and grabs two towels putting one around his waist as he motions me out of the shower. I climb out falling into his arms as he wraps my towel around my wet body
"Thanks" I giggle as Tom searches through my bag for fresh clothes, he pulls out fresh underwear and a plain vest.
"Cmere then pretty" He calls me over, I walk over to him and sit by his side.

He slides my underwear onto my damp body and slips my vest on over my head
"Lets get you into bed then" He lifts me off the floor and puts me into the messy bed tucking me in
"I feel funny" I say as my stomach squirms
"I know baby, Im gonna take care of you." He moves the loose hairs from my face and exits the room, his towel still wrapped around his waist showing his v line.. I hear his footsteps become quiet as he makes his way down stairs.
Once I know he's gone I reach under the bed, I feel around with my hand until I grasp the glass bottle I was looking for. I lift the bottle up and stare at the clear liquid as I hesitantly unscrew the lid, the strong smell of liquor burning my nose. I sit up and press the lip of the glass onto my mouth with uncertainty, I shut my eyes as I tilt my head back allowing the alcohol to flow into my mouth. I swallow hard, scrunching my face as the alcohol enters my system.

As I go to take another sip, the sound of Tom's footsteps coming up the stairs becomes louder. I take a big gulp from the bottle before hurriedly screwing the lid back on and throwing the bottle back under the bed. I lay back down and cover myself with the blanket as the door creaks open, Tom sits by my side and puts a hot flannel on my forehead
"You smell of vodka." He sniffs the air and looks me dead in the eyes
"Do I?" I play dumb
"Yeah. And we didn't drink vodka last night." His voice becomes stern
"Hennessy and vodka smell similar" I shrug
"I know the difference." He puts his hand behind my pillow and searches for the bottle
"Where is it Taylor?" He pats the bed down, I don't respond
"Baby tell me." He puts his hands on my shoulder, I huff as I decide whether I admit to it or lie through my teeth.
I point underneath the bed and swallow the lump which has formed in my throat. He reaches down and lifts the bottle up
"Why baby?" He puts his head in his hands
"I don't know." My voice cracks as I speak
"You need to tell me if you're doing stuff like this." He puts the bottle on the floor and climbs into the bed behind me, holding me in his muscular arms
"Im sorry." Im not
"You don't have to be sorry. I just need to know why and when you're drinking." He kisses my collarbones as he speaks softly.
I nod in response, I don't want to admit to struggling, I want him to think i'm doing better.

"Whats going on then my love?" He questions with his head in the crook of my neck
"Nothing." I reply bluntly
"Don't lie to me." He says with a sombre tone
"I'm not lying Tom" I reply sick of his questions
"Ok then. You hungry?" He asks
"Yeah."
"Ok." As he gets out of bed he picks my bottle up
"Oh don't take it" I plead
"Just lay down." His face is hard and unsmiling, I frown at him as I slowly lower my body back down onto the strewn bed, as the door swings open I hear the sound of the liquid being swished around in the bottle. I sigh as I lay sprawled out on my back as the ceiling spins above me and the room around me goes blurry. This is shit.

I hear the muffled sounds of Bills sweet laugh echoing through the kitchen and the sound of someone slapping their knee as they cackle. The microwave beeps so quietly that I can barely make it out from upstairs and the kitchen falls silent. I listen hard, trying to hear any conversations that are going on below me, however no words are being spoken, the only noises being bowls clinking together and a cupboard shutting. More doors close and heavy footsteps travel through the rooms downstairs.
"You good?" Toms course voice breaks the silence hanging in the air
"Yeah, were kinda bored though man" Gustav speaks up
"Can we go out soon?" Bills voice becomes audible
"You can all go out whenever you want. Taylors just not feeling great right now." Toms voice travels from different ends of the room beneath me.
The noise of Toms hefty footsteps climbing up the stairs becomes louder with each step he takes, the bedroom door creaks open and the smell of soup becomes noticeable

"Here you are my love" He puts a tray with two bowls down on the night stand as he quickly makes the bed before coming to sit crossed legged in front of me. He moves the tray in between us after handing me a spoon
"Thanks Tom" I scoop up some of the warm soup and blow on it to cool it down
"We might move back into the other place at some point" Tom utters after swallowing the soup
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, deciding whether were gonna go back to our first place or the one we were in last"
"What do you mean?" I ask confused
"We were thinking of moving into the first mansion" He explains
"Wait, the one you took me to after you kidnapped me?" I stifle a laugh
"Oh shush, yes that one" He rolls his eyes jokingly and scoffs
"Oh great!"
"We don't have to if you don't want to"
"If I didn't want to you'd probably kidnap me again" I laugh as he sits in front of me in shock
"Alright I'm guessing you don't wanna go back then?" He huffs as he talks to me while I belly laugh in his face
"Probably not" I say between giggles. He shakes his head and eats his food as I sit in stitches at my pathetic joke

"Idiot" He lets out a scoff. At least he's not mad