#07| aftermatch nervous * the neighbourhood "you got me nervous, to speak. so i just wont say anything anymore"
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"Oh shit."
I woke up to the pounding of my headache, and the sour taste in my mouth confirmed that I was gonna have a shitty day—I was hungover.
As I stumbled into the bathroom, my head was banging, my vision was blurry, my stomach churned, and I doubled over, retching as waves of nausea overwhelmed me.
Tears brimmed my eyes as I held my hair up, throwing my guts up. My body trembling as the bitter taste of alcohol was all I could taste.
Tears ran down my face as I tried to recall what happened last night.
Yet all I could remember was me and Niki on the rooftop, and our late night drunk talks.
"What the fuck happened last night?" I groaned, clutching the edge of the toilet for support as my hands shook uncontrollably.
The memories were foggy, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle scattered in my mind.
Struggling to stand up, I gripped my hands on the counter as I shakily stood up. Leaning forward on the sink as I clutched my pounding head tightly.
I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to jolt my memory awake. The events of the night before were elusive, slipping through my grasp like sand. I struggled to piece together the fragments, but everything felt muddled and distant. What did I say? What did I do? Did I embarrass myself?
The room spun as a wave of dizziness washed over me, and I leaned against the wall for support.
Yet once again I felt a horrible feeling into my throat, collapsing back onto the floor as I threw up. And it was NOT a pretty sight at all.
Niki's smiling face flickered through my mind. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was feeling, I wasn't sure why but I felt upset thinking about the fact he probably just threw me on my bed and left, not staying to take care of me.
How the fuck did he even get in my room?
But what did I expect?
Maybe I had high expectations but it's the least you could do.
The thought stung, and tears came trailing down my face, clutching my stomach as I whined. Also struggling to recall what had actually happened.
I leaned my body back, resting on the wall. The door creaked open, making me raise an eyebrow. Who could possibly be in my room right now?
My door creaked open, and I heard Niki's confused voice calling out my name.
I wiped my tears and forced myself to sit up more properly, though my head was still pounding.
I don't think he could see me but he had a confused look on his face as his eyes scanned my room, wondering where I disappeared to.
Niki stood in the doorway, holding a bag of snacks in his arms, his expression shifting from confusion to concern as he spotted me on the floor, tear-stained and exhausted.
