PERFECT || Ollie Bearman

16.

I almost lost my balance. 

I had way too much champagne. My vision swam each time I walked to fast, or either tripped on pieces of broken glass. The teachers had gotten hold of the champagne, which pissed off the man in charge of the music. He grabbed hold of a glass bottle and smashed it on one of the teachers' heads.

Champagne was everywhere on the floor. Of course Prom had to be chaotic. Addison hung on to my arm as we both wadded through the crowds of people drunkenly. I struggled to find Ollie as everyone was leaving Prom in a hurry. 

"I-I don't feel good..." Addison groaned as I set her up against the wall, and she threw up into the brick wall. "Where's Sam? I drank too much champagne-" A gurgling sound errupted from her lips as I let out a rather muffled laugh. "-it's not funny." 

"It kind of is when you hear the sounds," I swallowed a giggle. "I wonder where Ollie and Sam are. They are definitely sober. Or not." 

"I mean, they had a gentle sip," She wiped the vomit stains away from her lips. "I need to get home, now. I feel really bad." 

"How about I get you to the Hospital instead?" I suggested. She glared at me. 

"We're both not sober, and if we get arrested it's your fault," She leant against the brick wall for support. "Come on. Find Ollie and Sam and get me home." 

"Well-" One Direction music was still playing inside, with it unnoticed. The teachers were still writing down the names of the students who were part of bringing in the champagne. "-I'll get some help soon. Come on." 

I dragged her arm which was covered in purple and pink bruises as she winced slightly. We got towards the car line in which I spotted Sam, waiting nervously biting his lip. Suddenly he spotted us. "Addi!" 

He stumbled across the street and ran straight towards her, hugging her tightly. "We should get you to the hospital. All the students are getting the bus. We're all illegal for driving as we're all not sober." 

"Then let's go, I feel fucking terrible and the stomach keeps doing these weird flips," Addison groaned against his shoulder. "Bye, Sadie, I'll see you somewhere else..." She passed out and started snoring loudly. I stiffled a laugh as Sam dragged her towards the bus stop. 

I sighed and rubbed the fabric of my dress and turned around anxiously. My stomach was also doing flips, and I wanted to throw up. Before so, I choked as a pair of arms wrapped them tightly around me. 

"Ollie!" I gasped as he nestled into the hug. "I was so worried." 

"Me too," He groaned and clutched onto my arm. "I'm so tired. Bus?" 

"We can't even drive, so bus," I agreed and cupped his face in my hands. "I don't feel good either." He ran his fingers through his hair and placed a kiss on my forehead. 

"Alright, let's go, for goodness' sake," Ollie pressed my head against his chest. 

~~

I groaned as my stomach churned. 

My boyfriend was tiredly and worriedly knelt down on one knee next to me as I poked my head back into the toilet, and a bunch of light brown shit flew out of my mouth. I groaned again and leant against Ollie's shoulder for support. 

"Are you sure you don't need the hospital?" He ruffled my hair. 

"I-I'm fine," I closed my eyes and felt something coming up my throat again. My stomach went empty and growled. I let out the brown stuff and was completely done. I cursed as Ollie stroked my hand. "I'm not." 

"Painkillers?" He offered. 

"Please," I pleaded. He gave me a worried smile and trudged towards to the kitchen, and I sat against the toilet with a pained stomach. Ollie came back in with a box of pills and a cup of water. I took a pill out and shoved it into my mouth, while swallowing the water. 

"Better?" He sat down next to me. 

I hummed and he pressed his lips on mine, pressing our foreheads together. "You're going to catch my germs, Ollie, I don't want you sick." 

"I would be sick for you," He mumbled. "Food or anything? Bed?" 

"I want sleep, but I'm scared." 

"I'll sleep with you, as usual," Ollie begged. 

Yeah, I was persuaded. 

Minutes later I found myself on the comfy mattress of the bed, which a plastic bag next to the bed just in case I was to throw up. Ollie had an arm around my waist, on his phone watching old races. "Are you doing okay?" 

"Kind of," A moment of silence circled the room as I listened to the commentary. "I'm scared of throwing up so randomly." 

"It'll be fine," I couldn't see much, but sensed he was smiling worriedly. "Aren't you hungry of anything? Your stomach's completely empty and you've not have any food besides cake and champagne tonight." 

"I'm not hungry-" My stomached growled as Ollie chuckled. "I'm not." 

"You sure," My stomach growled again loudly while he wrapped his arms around me, burying his head in my neck. "Yeah, you're not. I'll get some food." 

"What food?" I lazily turned in bed. 

"I'll heat up some hotdogs in the microwave," He suddenly remembered the pain of turning on the stove and cooking. "Anything else?" 

"Pieces of chopped up carrots, please," I shouted, a bit not too much loudly. He snorted and his footsteps thumped down the stairs. I got a phone call. 

"Hey, who's this?" I whispered. 

"Sorry for calling in the middle of the night, miss, but your sister's just been fully woken up. Can you come here to ensure her-" 

"I'll come immediately," I sat straight up and yanked away the covers while hanging up. "Ollie!" 

"Yeah?" He shouted back. 

"Can you start the car about half an hour later? I need to get to the hospital and get the fuck out," My eyes widened as I started changing and he burst in. "Ollie!" 

"Hey, I've seen you in a sports bra only, you'll be fine," He stumbled in and shut the door. "I almost woke Mum up. What's going on?" 

"My football loving sister woke up," I quickly pulled a warm jumper on. "Is it cold outside?" 

"Meh, not really," He shrugged. "I'll get the car ready. Love you."