Is Age Really Just A Number? {L.R.H}

The Repurcussions of a Night Out

Briella's POV

Waking up with a hangover is never fun. Waking up naked next to a boy, when you're hungover is worse, and that's exactly how I woke up this morning.
"Good morning," I heard coming from the person in bed beside me, or should I say the naked guy I went home with
"Uh," I began, "where am I?"
"My hotel room," the guy said, this is just great. I go out, get piss blind and don't even know where the fuck I am. I turned around to look at who I went home with.
To my relief I noticed that it was the blonde guy from the pool yesterday, Luke, "but we're staying at the same hotel,"
"Oh, good," I said, sarcasm evident, I was about to ask what the time was when I was interrupted from a loud banging on the door, "ugh," I groaned, "what time is it? And can they like come back never?"
"It's like one Brie," Luke said, looking at his phone, "and it's probably one of the guys, judging by all the missed calls I have from them," he let out a sigh and got up to answer the door, but not before chucking the Nirvana t-shirt he wore last night in my direction, "chuck this on,"
"Thanks," I said, chucking the top on over my naked body, and retrieving my underwear from beside the bed, "do you have any Neurofen or Panadol or something?" I asked, "my head is fucking killing me,"
"Nah sorry babe," he said, he opened the door and there stood Michael and Ashton, "what the fuck do you guys want?"
"So uh," Michael began, "you guys might wanna check the Internet,"
"Why?" I asked, confused, I moved from the bed and followed the boys to the couch, "and where's Jess and Calum?"
"Calum's still asleep and Jess went back to your room last night," Ashton said, "but that's not important,"
"Alright just let me grab my phone," I walked over to wear I literally dropped my bag, the contents of it spread out on the floor. I grabbed my phone and pressed the home button, and noticed I had twenty messages from my cousin Scarlett, a few from my parents, two from my friend Rachael from Brisbane and one from Sarah, "oh fuck," I groaned
"Yeah oh fuck, is right," Ashton said, "Luke what the fuck were you thinking?"
"I was drunk," he tried to defend him self, "I wasn't aware of my surroundings,"
"And you?" Ashton questioned me
"I was just as drunk as he was," I shrugged. In all honesty I should have known that my night out with these guys would have ended up social media, but not like this. I scrolled through the messages from Scarlett that were asking about what went down last night, and how I came to hook up with Luke Hemmings

From Scarlett: bitch i can't believe you didn't tell me you knew Luke

LUKE FUCKING HEMMINGS OMGNDJ WHAT THD ACTUAL FUCJ

Were what a couple of the messages read. I didn't bother replying to them, as staring at my phone screen made my head hurt even more so than it already did, "so what do we do?" I asked
"I don't know," Luke said, "I haven't been in this position before,"
"What do you mean?" I asked, "you're a fucking rockstar, I'm pretty damn sure you have groupies,"
"We do," Michael said, "and we've all hooked up with them before, but none of us have ever been photographed making out with them at the club,"
"Oh,"
"Yeah," Luke said, "I think we have to wait for management to contact us,"
"Well before they do, can we order room service? I'm in need of food,"
"Yeah go for it," Ashton said handing over the room service menu, "you should probably get your friend to come up here with some clothes for you as well,"
"Yeah," I sighed. I dialled Jess and waited for her to answer
"Oh thank god," she said, "I've been waiting for you to call,"
"Yeah, I bet. We have a problem," I told her, "have you seen the Internet?"
"No, I haven't, that's what happens when you don't have Twitter," she said
"Yeah, well I need you to come up to Luke's room,"
"Sure, what's up?"
"I need clothes," I told her
"You can't just chuck your dress on and come back down?" She asked
"Well they have extra security up here," I told her, but I don't know about the rest of the hotel,"
"Honey, if you got caught making out with the rockstar I'm sure people will know that you went back to his room with him,"
"Yeah I know," I sighed, "there are photos of that happening,"
"Right, so?"
"Can you just come up? I'll buy you dinner and I'll do your hair for free next time you need your foils done,"
"Done deal," she said, "what room number?"
"What's the room number?" I asked Luke
"Twenty nine seventeen," Luke told me. I repeated the room number to her
"Cool give me twenty," she said
"Alright see you then Jess and thanks,"
"No worries skank," she said and hung up the phone. We always called each other skank, slut or bitch. It was a joke. No harm was meant by it
"She'll be up in like twenty," I told the boys
"Cool," Michael said
"I'll call security and let them know she's coming up," Ashton told me
"Thanks," I told them