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𝗠𝗬 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚, my body was shivering and I was sweating. My eyes blurred open, trying to adjust to the painful light that blared through my rather thin curtains. I should've bought blackout blinds. I sat up shivering and sweating, heavily regretting the night before. Well, I knew I regretted whatever happened. Not that I can fucking remember. I sluggishly got up to try and grab a bottle of water out of the mini fridge. I took large gulps alongside some painkillers, trying to soothe myself before even attempting to jog my memory. It's not my first time being so badly hungover, but it felt worse this time. I suddenly felt my insides churn, my stomach twist. I sprinted into my ensuite bathroom and allowed myself to throw up into the toilet, I hated throwing up- well I don't think anyone particularly liked it. I just hoped Victoria couldn't hear me, I knew how bad her emetophobia was.
After I threw up I groaned and sluggishly trodded back to my bed. I crawled back under my duvet, enveloping myself in the duvet. I wanted to just stay in bed all day and rot. I don't remember what I did last night, but it must've been pretty bad for me to feel so guilty and hungover. I didn't even hear my door creek open. "Wakey Wakey Marlie!" Thomas and Ethan yelled, jumping onto my bed. I jolted up and screamed, "Ah what the fuck!" Then because I screamed, they jumped. Suddenly my door bolted open and I looked up through my blurred vision to see Vic and Damiano stood at my door. "What's happened?" Victoria quickly asked, a frying pan in her hand. "Is everything okay?" Damiano wondered warily, that made me worry I'd done something, but his eyes flashed concern. Wait was holding a foam sword in his hand?
I groaned, "Everythings fine, these two were just being bastardos." "Why do you have a foam sword Dam?" Vic asked with a smirk, looking at him. I ran a hand through my hair and rubbed my eyes. "It was the first thing I could find!" He objected, avoiding my gaze. I sighed, "Well I'm fine, thanks everyone." I said to them, hoping they'd leave. Vic and Dami both took that on board and left the room, I knew that we must've argued because he could barely look at me after he realised I was okay. I looked up to Thomas and Ethan, "Well, what do you both want anyway?" I wondered through a yawn and sipped on some more water. "Don't you remember? We're recording for the album today, in an hour to be exact." Ethan softly commented. "Yeah, well good luck with that." I scoffed softly. The pair looked to each other, confused.
"Is it about you and Damiano?" Thomas softly wondered, clearly thinking Ethan wouldn't hear. "What about you and Damiano?" The long haired drummer asked quickly and curiously. "Nothing, I just.. I don't think we're gonna be productive today is all." I brushed it off, putting on my sunglasses and walking towards my wardrobe. "But we only have a couple weeks to put this together, everyone's counting on us. Damiano keeps reminding us of the deadline, so does Leo." Thomas explained whilst I looked through my wardrobe. I didn't even want to think about recording right now, I was too hungover, but I knew that they were both right. "Okay, fine. You both don't need to keep going on at me about it. I'll get ready." I promised the two of them. I decided to wear my vest that says "Fuck me I'm a rockstar" with a navy blue denim skirt. I stepped back out and twirled around playfully to my guy best friends, "How do I look?" I asked dramatically.
