I groan as the sun shines in my eyes, I stretch as I sit up.
Ugh.. what happened..?
I'm in bed, but it's not mine.
I wince, rubbing my temples to reduce my throbbing headache. I look around, recognizing Rafe's room.I blink a few times, adjusting to the light.
I hear the bathroom door open and turn around instantly.
I see Rafe step out of the bathroom, a white towel is wrapped around his waist and his wet hair is messy.
He looks at me, smiling. "Well, good morning. He says in a sarcastic tone. I attempt to smile at him, but my body doesn't cooperate.
I feel nauseous..——————————————————————————
Rafe pulls on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, drying his hair with a towel. He sits beside me, rubbing my back slowly."What happened.." I say, quietly. "You got really high and wasted last night at top's party." He says, sighing.
I feel something come up my throat as I rush to the bathroom, flipping the toilet lid up as I vomit uncontrollably.
He holds my hair up, rubbing my back to comfort me.
I have really bad emetophobia, Rafe try's to support me and tries to get my mind off of it.
"It's okay, you're fine." He says, as I sit down. I rest my head against the bathtub, groaning. "I hate vomiting.." I say, looking at him.
Rafe moves closer to me, wiping my face with some tissues. "I feel so gross." I say, disgusted.——————————————————————————
"It's normal to feel sick, you're not gross at all." He says, flushing the toilet.He helps me up as he walks back to his bed, sitting me down. "I'm sorry.." I say, feeling guilty.
"You don't have to apologize, it's completely fine. Everyone gets wasted sometimes." He tells me, tucking my hair behind my ear.
I guess he's right but it's still embarrassing.
"I feel like complete shit and I have the worst headache." I tell him, groaning. "Do you want something to eat?" He asks, holding my hand.
"Yeah, thanks.." I say, smiling weakly. "I'll be right back." Rafe says, leaving his bedroom.
I wait for a few minutes when he comes back into the room, carrying a tray.——————————————————————————
"The oranges help with the hangover and the Advil will help with the headache." He says, holding my hand.I smile weakly, "Thank you, babe." I say, pressing a kiss on his lips.
I finish eating as he keeps me company. After I finish, i put the tray down and check my phone.
TEXT MESSAGE FROM MOM
Shit..
Mom: Madison, where are you?
Mom: answer me right now, young lady.
Mom: I'm coming over to the Cameron's.
I put my phone on my bed and look at Rafe. "What's the matter?" He asks, holding my hand.——————————————————————————
"My mom texted me saying she's coming over, I'm gonna be in so much shit!" I tell him, nervously."Alright, calm down. Let's just wait until she gets here, okay?" He says, rubbing my back.
"Yeah." I respond, resting my head on his shoulder.
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