"Ow."
"W-what?" It was morning. Thursday morning. I just wanted it to be Friday, so I could get close to the tension of racing. I probably shouldn't have drank so much last night, my headaches immediately started as soon as I woke up.
"Nothing. Just... headaches," I glanced down. Jesus Christ. Oscar lay there, wearing nothing but his boxers. "Oscar... put some clothes on."
"It's too hot," He groaned, as I sat up. "I didn't tell you to sleep on my bed yesterday. You collapsed on it, completely wasted. I couldn't resist a cuddler either."
"I'm not a cuddler," I clicked my tongue.
"Yes you are. You know, you could be Australian. When you sleep you wrap yourself around something or someone. In this case, it's me." Oscar chuckled, running his fingers through my hair. "You're like a koala, aren't you?"
"Fine. Maybe I do. When I was little I used to hug my pillow and pretend it was someone to fall asleep," I admitted.
"Who did you use to imagine it to be?" He snorted. "I would've wanted it to be Megan Fox."
"I agree. She's hot," I said. I used to only watch Transformers because of her. Silvia didn't let me watch Toy Story, but let me watch Transformers. She just didn't know I watched it just to see a hot actress. "I used to want it to be my future husband. Creepy, I know."
"So you were already thinking of me. Nice," Oscar turned to the other side. "How are your headaches?"
"Worse than ever," I grumbled. I felt like throwing up. Wait. I needed to throw up. I jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom, opened up the lid of the toilet and puked inside. I heard Oscar stumble in, and held my hair up. "Aw."
"I'll tie it up for you if you want." He mumbled, as I let out another mouthful of vomit. "Jesus."
"Yes please," I felt completely useless at this point. I was only knelt in front of a toilet bowl and throwing up in it. Oscar tied my hair up effortlessly, while kneeling down next to me.
"You're so pale," He mumbled, caressing my cheek. "We're not going to clubs any time soon."
"Don't you have to go on track in a few hours?" I asked, vomit still dripping down from my mouth. Disgusting. He nodded. "Fuck."
"You won't need to go. Stay here and rest, yeah?" Oscar planted his lips on my cheek.
"I-"
"Rest, Liv, you need it." He insisted. "You done now?"
I nodded, getting some tissue and wiping my mouth clean. "I'm fine. I can accompany you to the track, Osc."
"No," Oscar shook his head. "Promise me you won't go out for anymore drinks and just stay in the living room."
"Fine. I promise you." I sighed, but still promised. I knew Oscar knew what was best for me. He nodded while breathing a sigh of relief, and walked off to get the room service menu. "I want the eggs and bacon."
"And tea?" He asked, dialling the room service number. I nodded. Oscar knew how much I adored tea. He placed the order and announced it would be here in twenty minutes. Meanwhile, I was helped to the toilet to get my morning routine done. He waited outside the shower just in case I slipped, he handed me the clothes and towels I needed. A gentleman.
"Now it's my turn." Oscar placed a kiss on my cheek before entering the shower, steam immediately covering the mirror after ten minutes. He came out, a towel wrapped tightly around his waist.
"Put some clothes on, Oscar." I sighed as I wiped the mirror for about the fifth time as I put some moisturiser on my face. He chuckled and shook his head.
