Where Broken Hearts Go // EDITED

15

Izzy Newman

"Ow, my head is killing me." I woke up the next morning on top of a shirtless Ashton, with a pounding headache.

"Izzy? Why are you on top of me? Don't get me wrong, I love that you're on top of me, but, why, exactly?"

I felt a cold, smooth surface under me and realized we were laying on a kitchen counter, and figured we must have fallen asleep at the party. I looked down and noticed I was wearing Ashton's shirt, and I could see mine on the floor a few feet away.

"Ugh, did we stay here the whole night?"

Ashton rolled my eyes at my ignorant inquiry. "No, shit Sherlock." His face was only mere inches from mine, and as he turned to face me I got a whiff of his stale morning breath.

"Ashton, your breath smells like alcohol. You must have gotten drunk last night."

"Don't you mean we must have gotten drunk last night?" My boyfriend corrected me. "I don't remember much, but I do remember us dancing and shit up here. We were fucking wasted." Ashton ran a hand through his hair, attempting to remember details of the previous night.

"Oh my God, I've never had alcohol before in my life. If my parents found out they'd kill me. Now I know why they teach you not to get drunk in school, because this happens to you." I said, referring to my terrible headache, nausea, and lack of remembering the events of last night.

"It's going to take a while to get over this, we partied pretty hard last night."

"Yeah, we must done some stupid things." I agreed as I turned my head to examine the room. There were several other unconscious guests who were sprawled out across the room, so we weren't the only ones left. I glanced over to my left and saw my open purse just a few inches away. It was within reaching distance, so I grabbed it and took out my compact mirror to see just how bad I looked.

"We look like shit." Ashton commented, rubbing his bloodshot eyes.

"Ugh, I know. We're still cute together though." I held out my compact so it looked like we were taking a selfie, and we posed. My head was already laid on his chest, so I made a kissy face, while Ashton tried to smile his best smile.

"It hurts so much to smile right now."

"It hurts so much to do anything right now."

"True."

"Damn Ash, you must have been all over me last night, I've got 4, no 5, hickeys!" I examined my neck in the mirror, running my hands over several purple marks.

"You must have been all over me too, I have quite a few myself." I looked at his neck, and sure enough, there were 3 deep marks decorating his neck.

"I did that?" I said, half shocked and half proud of myself. Before Ashton I was never really one to take part in PDA.

"Yup. I know we really love each other, but we really, really, love each other when we're drunk."

"I've never given anyone a hickey before! Did you like it? Did I hurt you? Oh no, I probably hurt you. Baby I'm-"

"Izzy, calm down. It's one of the things I sort of remember, and I think I remember moaning your name."

"Did I moan too? Ugh, why can't I just remember?" I raised my voice.

"Its the alcohol babe. Don't worry, once the hangover's gone we'll probably remember more."

"Speaking of the hangover, I think it's starting to really affect me. I think I'm gonna...I'm gonna...faint." I rolled off of Ashton's body right off the edge of the counter. I winced as I prepared myself to fall flat, but a body was there to break my fall.