17. Hangover

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Harper stumbled home and opened the door.

"I'm backkk!" She shouted, hoping her words were somewhat clear.

"Heyy, Harps!" Charlie, who was making eggs, smiled.

Harper gave a quick wave and tried to go to her room.

"How was it?" Charlie asked.

"Oh.." Harper said. "Good.. It-it was fun we just like.. Watched movies." Harper lied, nodding to herself.

"You look pale." Charlie observed.

"Do I..?" Harper chuckled awkwardly.

"You feeling well?" Charlie asked, putting an omelette on a plate.

"Yeah, I just.. I ate a lot of sweets last night." Harper said. "I'll just go lay down.." She said, dashing to her room.

Charlie sighed and looked at the omelette.

"Nick! Your- your breakfast is ready! I made you breakfast." He said the last part quietly to himself.

A few seconds later there was some stomping as Nick ran down the stairs.

"Oo, thanks, love." Nick smiled, missing Charlie's cheek as he sat down and started eating.

"You eat?" Nick asked, and Charlie shook his head.

".. Will you eat a bite?" Nick asked.

"Nick can you stop? I'm better now, okay?" Charlie mumbled.

"Sorry." Nick said, then looked away. "Is Harper home? I thought I heard her?" He said.

Charlie nodded. "Yeah, she's home.. She seemed kinda ill."

"She get drunk or something?" Nick teased, smiling.

"I.. I-i hope not.. Harper wouldn't.." Charlie mumbled.

Meanwhile, Harper was watching TV in her room, her head hurting like hell.

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