Papillon - HS

Chapter 32

Fucking hell my head hurts.

Thank God we have a break today.

My body feels limp under my covers, my head is throbbing violently.

Oh God.

With each throb I get a new flashback from last night.

Drinking at my place.
The fashion show.
Drinking at the club.
The hot guy.

What was his name again?

Justin?
Jaden?

It definitely started with a J.
Of course it did.

Jake?

Oh, I got it. Jack.

Dancing with Jack.
Getting drinks with Jack.
Kissing Jack.

Crying in his chest?

Oh fuck.

Crying in the car?

Bursting into Harry's room.

Fucking hell, I bursted into Harry's room.

And I told him all about it.

Fucking hell.

I groaned and placed a pillow over my head.

I really need to stop drinking. Then again, it seems to be the only thing that is working to get over this man. But I also think more about him the more I drink.

Has Harry ruined alcohol for me too?

I groaned again.

I check my phone and I have a bunch of messages from Niall. Apparently breakfast got pushed back to brunch, which was great because there was no way I was leaving my bed. At least not now.

I tried to think more about my conversation with Harry but I can only remember tiny bits and fragments. I screamed at him. Well, kind of, I didn't want to make too much noise. See? I'm even a careful drunk. I love me.

He was mad. I did wake him up so that makes sense. But then he got angrier. Was it when I told him about Jake? I mean, Jack.

Jack. Jack. Jack.

God Victoria, focus.

I told him about Jack and he got angrier. Was he jealous?

He called me immature, that's for sure. I do remember that.

What else did he say?

I've thought about you while being with somoene else.

There we go.

What the fuck does that even mean? Was he thinking about me while he had his tongue down Mia's throat?

Ew.

That makes me feel icky.

I shook my head and decided it was best if I just took a shower. Maybe that will help with the hangover.

After showering and getting into fresh clothes, I slipped back in bed until it was time to go to brunch. I was still feeling a bit hangover but the worst was over. Or at least I thought it was until I had to ride the elevator down with Harry.

It was awkard and silent and neither of us acknowledged the conversation from the night before. I was going crazy looking at the numbers go lower. I could feel his prescence, hear his breathing and smell his cologne. Did he spray extra today? Why did he have to smell so good?

I was about to say something when the doors opened and I basically ran out to meet the rest of the team. I saw Niall and almost clung onto him.

"Don't let me drink again, like, ever" I said.