Stole My Heart

Chapter 6

“Chezza!” I heard Kimberley shout, waking me up. 

Groaning, I opened my eyes and sat up in my bed. It was Saturday and it was only ten o'clock in the morning, it was too early to be up! I looked around, she wasn't even in the room. I climbed out of my bed and walked towards the bathroom, pushing the door open ever so slightly. I gasped when I saw Kimberley on the floor, clutching onto the toiled which was now filled with her vomit.

“Oh god Kimba, get back to bed.” I ran my hand through my messy hair. “Your vomit looks like my mam's home-made soup.”

“I can't get up.” She must have been really ill because she didn't even acknowledge my comment about her vomit. “I think I was sick on my bed as well.”

I held out my hand and pulled her up onto her feet. Wrapping my arm around her waist to support her. We walked back into the bedroom and over to her bed which was covered in her own vomit. I guided her over to my bed and tucked her into it. 

“I'm so sorry!” Kimberley cried as I sat next to her, stroking her hair. “I'm such a mess!”

“Stop crying, I find it hard to deal with emotional people!” I wiped the tears from her face. “You're not too bad, just suffering from a bad hangover. Get some sleep, you need it.” 

I stood up from my bed and I grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom to get changed and have a shower. By the time I  got out, Kimberley was sleeping peacefully in my bed. I decided to change her bed for her so she wouldn't have to do it later, it wasn't as neat as she usually had it but if she had a problem with it, then she could fix it by herself. Since I knew Kimberley wasn't going to wake up any time soon, I decided that I would start on the homework I had. It gave me something to do instead of watching her sleep all day.

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A few hours later, I looked up from the book that I had stolen off Kimberley to find Kimberley herself staring at me. She was smiling, but still seemed quite tired.

“How you feeling?” I asked as I got up from her bed and knelt down beside her.

“A lot better, I think I need some fresh air to clear my head though.”

“You got plenty of that last night.” I winked at her playfully, causing her to blush.

“How bad was I?”

“Do you remember anything at all?”

“I remember dancing with you, having a few drinks and then you said you had to go to the bathroom and the rest is a blur!”

“Oh, well you remembered all the good bits then.”

“How bad is it Chezza? Did I embarrass myself in front of everyone?” 

“No, just in front of me.” I smiled. “So now I have stuff to tease you about. Do you fancy giving Harold a call?”

“Who?” By this time, she had pulled the blanket up to her face, trying to hide her bright red cheeks from me.

“He's your new friend, and boyfriend.”

“What? No! I didn't get a boyfriend did I? Chezza please tell me it's not true!” She started getting really worked up about it, which just made me want to wind her up even more. 

“It's okay, he's not just your boyfriend, he's mines too. You said we could share him. You even wanted to bring him back here.”

“S*it Chezza!” She cried, I watched as the tears rolled down her cheeks, and I felt bad for winding her up.