More Than a Teacher - Ashton Irwin

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My hangover struck me at approximately 6am
the next morning. And let me tell you, it was not pleasant.

I had a sheen of sweat covering my half naked body and a throbbing headache making my eyes sensitive and a little blurry.

I pull myself away from Ashton, unsure of why I'm lying my head on his chest in the first place. I shuffle with aching muscles across the bedroom floor, quickly fumbling the door closed.

The mirror shows someone I've never seen before. I don't know who she is but she looks like fucking shit. Not to mention she reeks of alcohol and sweat.

I turn on the shower, stepping out of my underwear and bra and my eyes drop closed. My forehead rests against the cold tiles as the heavenly warm water cascades over my body. My head is spinning. Everything I look at moves making me feel incredibly ill. I'm almost gagging in the shower as my stomach growls and swirls. This isn't good. I can't even remember how many drinks I had last night.

I can feel the burning sensation rise up my throat so I throw the curtain open, not bothering to turn the shower off. Water spills across the tiles before I wrap a towel around my body and fall to my knees at the toilet.

My stomach hurls repeatedly and loudly. I throw up again, and again until my abdomen is clenching painfully but nothing is coming up. My knees can't even hold me up. They give way, forcing me to slam my hands on the ground to hold my body off the tiles.

I'm cold, I'm wet and trembling on the floor with only a towel wrapped around me. I hopelessly try to grab anything to help me up to at least turn the shower off.

Three knocks slam on the door making my head drowsily pick up. I can't do anything, I'm weak and helpless.

"I'm coming in."

The door carefully opens and his head warily pokes around, immediately swearing and bursting in.

"Fuck, what the hell happened?" He quickly shuts off the water and looks down at my shaking figure scrambling to get up.

"Why do you do this to yourself?" He sighs and flushes the toilet.

Good question Ash. Why do I do this to myself after all the times I've regretted it? It's a quick fix I guess, the only thing is it doesn't last and usually makes things worse.

I can't even look at him. I'm so ashamed of everything I've done in the past twenty-four hours and now he has to help my naked body in a towel off the floor.

"Are you hurt? Did you fall?" He crouches beside me with his hand unsure where to go before he hesitantly places it on my shoulder

"No. M'really dizzy." I whimper.

"Kay, I'm gonna get you up alright?"

I brace myself as his forearm slides under my knees, his other around my back to pick me up bridal style. I keep my eyes closed to avoid any awkward eye-contact but mainly for the reason I can't see straight and everything is spinning.

He gently places my limp body on the mattress I was previously snuggled in.

"Do you think you can get dressed?" He pushes some wet hair out of my face but I still refuse to peel open my eyes.

"I don't think I can." I breathe. I can't even lift my head at this stage.

"Ok... well I need to get you out of this wet towel." He whispers, sounding a bit nervous and skeptical.

"Just—" My teeth chatter. "Just do it." I say.

I'm freezing and I seriously can't do anything for myself so I just have to put things behind me and let him do this.