Violence (Sequel to Have Faith In Me)

14: Indirects

"Drink this," Zack instructed, placing his hand on my lower back and helping me sit up. "It'll help the headache."

"I didn't even drink much." I groaned, holding my palm to my forehead.

"I know, but you had a mixture of drinks in a short space of time, plus you've never drank before. You've got a weak tolerance level." He told me, holding a wet cloth to my head.

I sighed and sat up. "What happened?"

"Nothing, you got drunk. You made a lot of friends. I stopped you before you got any worse."

"Why did even let me in the first place?" I questioned him. If he stopped me, why did he let me start in the first place?

"Because I lost you, we got separated at the start of the night. You were only on your own for an hour or so. Then I found you."

"Then what?"

"I took you home, and got you cleaned up. You threw up once though. You don't remember?" He asked, kind of... Hopefully?

I slowly shook my head. "Is that a good thing?" I asked cautiously.

He smiled. "It wasn't a very pleasant experience for me, so I couldn't imagine what it must've felt like for you." He said comfortingly.

I smiled gratefully at him and then cringed. "I can't imagine feeling worse than this." I complained.

My head was pounding and I felt like a lump of jelly. I felt hot but I also felt cold. I couldn't figure out what had happened last night. God I was such a light weight and it made me angry.

He pulled me close and gave me a big hug, his arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders and my head tucked tightly into his neck. He took a deep breath with his nose nuzzled in my hair, and then he sighed.

"I don't ever want to see you in that state again, okay baby?" He asked me quietly.

"Mmm," I mumbled into his t-shirt.

But I didn't want to promise anything. I may not remember anything, but I did know one thing.

It was fun.

It was a rush.

And I wanted to do it again.

"What time is it?" I asked him, changing the subject fast.

"6am, I don't think you should go to school today." He tells me.

"I need to go to school. Why am I awake so early?"

"Alcohol does that to you, it can interrupt sleeping patterns. And no, you're ill, you'll get into trouble because they will suspect that you've been drinking, then they'll call the guys."

"Look I'm fi-"

"No you're bloody well not fine. You're staying home and that's that."

He made me breakfast that consisted of eggs and bacon, but I wasn't hungry. He said that was also down to the alcohol, but I wasn't stupid. I knew that. I had seen the boys intoxicated plenty of times.

I insisted that he should go to school and get his education, and he protested.

I asked him to do me a favour and go to my classes and pick up the work for me, which he gladly obliged to and agreed that he would go to school.

As soon as he left at around 7:45, I opened skype on the computer in the basement.

Michael wasn't online and that made me a little sad. I could see that Calum was online though and I wondered what time it was there.