The Note [Katy Perry Fan-Fiction]

Chapter Three Hungover

Hillary.

It's early morning, I open my eyes and instantly feel a painful throb in my head. A hangover. I look to my right, and Katy is laying there, completely bare. I take the blanket that was laying on me and cover her up. That's when I realized that I also didn't have any clothes on. I groan and look around my room for some clothes to wear.

When I get dressed, Katy is still asleep, so I go down stairs to get some painkillers. I walk downstairs and see a hell hole. Confetti everywhere, some people sleeping on the couch and food and red cups lye on the floor. The only thing I remember about last night is getting kicked out of the bar, everything else is a blur.

I walk up to my room with two painkillers in my hand, one for Katy and one for me. I walk into the room and Katy is on the bed, now awake.

"Uhm... Hey." I smile at Katy getting her attention. "I brought you some painkillers. You probably have a hangover." I hold out the pill and water to her. Last night was the first time I've ever drank, probably the last time, too.

I watch Katy drink down the painkillers. She puts the empty glass on my bed side table and lays back down closing her eyes and sighs.

"Do you want to borrow some of my clothes?" I suggest. "I honestly don't know where your dress is at." I chuckle.

"Yeah, that would be nice." She blushes. I nod my head and walk over to my closet and pick out a red button up tank top and a tight red skirt with black polka dotes on it.

"I have this outfit," I suggest to her. "Put it on it the closet." I smile at her. She takes the clothes and walks into my closet to get changed.

After Katy is changed, she brushed her black hair in my bathroom, and I let her use my makeup. I don't know why she needs to get all ready but I don't mind her using my stuff.

"Alright I'm ready," She studies herself in the mirror ad walks over to me. "Last night was fun." She admits.

"Yeah, I agree." I smile at her, looking into the blue eyes.

"I'll see you Monday?"

"Yeah." I nod.

Katy walks out of my room, me following behind her down the stairs to the front door.

"You have a lot to clean." She looks around the house.

"Yeah, I do." I frown.

"Good luck. Bye." She smiles.

I wave her goodbye and watch her walk home until I couldn't see her anymore. I don't know what Katy and I did last night, but we were both naked on my bed. It was kinda awkward. I have no idea when my mom will be home but I really should start cleaning.

I wake up some of the people that were sleeping on the couch and the floor, and tell them to leave. I start cleaning the living room, where the main part of the partying was at.

Sighing, I pick up food and red cups that were scattered all over the floor and put them in a huge garbage bag I have laid out.

After about fifteen minutes of cleaning, not even close to finished cleaning, I hear the garage door opening. My heart literally pumping of my chest. I just stood there frozen because I know I'm going to get caught.

I hear the back door opening and my moms heels clicking.

"Hillary, I'm home!" She walks into the living room and sees me, with this awful mess. She looks around the loving room, our shock on her face and looks at me again.

"What the hell happens here?" My mom shouts at me. Her eyebrows were literally pulled together from scrunching them so hard.

"I-I... Uhm...-" I start.

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Oooh... Cliffhanger!

So I just realized I put my Instagram user on the cover instead of my wattpad username. Oops, lol.

This chapter is short, sorry. I kinda made it short because I'm going to be out of wifi in a little while so I did a little update.

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-Lauren