Blinded By the Light (a Nathan Sykes fan fiction)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

 

            I woke up the next morning grumpy and hungover. I couldn’t remember anything at all from the night before. The last thing I could recall was Jay pirouetting through the crowd of dancers. Everything after that was an intoxicated blur. I was grateful I didn’t have to work today. I jumped and my head throbbed when my phone rang, signaling an incoming text.

            From Liz: You busy? I need a girls day. Wanna meet at the mall?

 

            To Liz: I’m a tad hungover. Hang at my place instead?

 

            From Liz: be there in 20

 

            I groaned and rolled out of bed to get decent for company. As I stood, a wave of nausea hit and I had to dash to the toilet. I barely made it there in time before I chucked up sour bile that burned my throat. “I swear I’m never drinking again,” I said into the toilet bowl.

            I brushed my hair and teeth and decided Liz would have to deal with pajamas because there was no way I was leaving the comfort of these clothes. A few minutes later and there was a knock on my door. Liz looked stunning, as usual. She had her hair braided, natural makeup, skinny jeans, and a loose tank top. Then there was me, looking a shade below the level of crap.

            “Wow…What did you do last night, drink a whole bar?” Liz laughed lightly.

            “I don’t know, but I don’t remember anything. I think I kissed some bald guy, but that may have been a dream.”

            “It was that bad? You don’t even know?”

            “Not at all. I was completely plastered.” I shook my head, causing it to throb again.

            Liz plopped on my couch like she owned the place, “So there’s a real reason I wanted to go to the mall.” She began and left me hanging.

            “Enlighten me.”

            “Jay and I have been texting…” she trailed off.

            I was not in the mood to pull it out of her like this. “…aaaaaand?”

            “We have a date tonight!” She bounced and clapped excitedly.

            “That’s great!” I was genuinely happy for her. In all the years I’d known her, she’d never been on a proper date and it was about time she got one. “I’m sorry I’m not in a condition to shop.”

            “It’s alright I can go to the mall later, but for now tell me, what’s it like working for them?”