Right Now **EDITING**

Hangover

Virginie's Point Of View

October 4th

I wake up calmly to the darkness surrounding me.  I look at the time 5:23 AM.  I don't even have two hours of sleep in me.  Harold sighs and cuddles me still asleep.  I try to fall back asleep in his warm arms, but I can't.  I turn around to look at my angel sleeping.  I feel my body aching a bit as I move.  He is so peaceful, but his hair is really messy and still wet from last night's swim.  His mouth is slightly open and I feel his warm breath on my neck.  I press my lips to his and try to leave the bed without waking him.

"Stay with me..."  He whispers reaching for me on the bed.

"I can't sleep Harry...  I'll be in the living room.  Go back to sleep."

He rolls on my side of the bed and hugs my pillow.  He looks so beautiful.  I take my underwear and put on Harold's shirt.  I grab my books and leave the room.  It's really dark, but I find my way to a small table lamp.  I turn it on and see how messy everything is.  It's like a tornado happened in here.  I'm pretty sure it's called Louis.

I sit on the couch and do my readings.  They are quicker to read than the others I can finally taste the end.  I begin the last chapter and hear noise from behind me.  I turn around to see Liam walking out his room.

"Good morning..."  I whisper smiling at my friend!

"Good morning, you're up early."  He says sitting slowly next to me.

"I didn't really feel well..." I say meaning my sore body and not from the drinking.

"Yeah, me neither..."  He says laying his head on the back of the couch pressing his hands on his bare chest.

I take a quick look at him, but it feels weird.  I've seen him bare chest on pictures so many times, but now it's different.  He's my friend and Harold's best mate.  I blush and quickly go back to my reading.  After two pages, I look back at him.  He has not moved a bit.

"Are you OK?"  I ask him.

He shakes his head and gets up to run to his bathroom.  I close my book and follow him.  I take a bottle of water on my way and enter his room.  I run to him as I hear him throwing up in the toilet.  He flushes and stays still for long seconds.  I open the bottle of water and hand him.  I look for towels and get it wet.  I come back to him, kneel and put it on his forehead.

"Do you feel better?"  I ask worrying.

"Yes, it's over now...  I'm sorry, you really don't have to do this..."  He says not looking at me.

I gently press the towel on his forehead and rub his back at the same time.

"It's OK...  It happens!"  I say glad that he feels better.  

I get up and offer my hands to help him stand.  

"I'll go grab you a soft drink, what do you want?"  

"Anything with bubbles, thank you."

I leave his room to go to the mini fridge.  I take him a pepsi and take myself an orange juice.  I walk into his room again and I see him brushing his teeth.  I feel like I'm trespassing...  So I wait him in the living room.  He gets out like nothing ever happened and we take our place on the couch.  I hand him the drink.

"I really feel bad that you had to witness that..."  He says feeling sorry.

"Don't!  Really...  I'm glad I got to see that you're not a superhuman after all!"  I try to joke to lighten the mood.