Last First Kiss #Wattys2014

Chapter 43

My head hurt. 

Scratch that.

It feels as if Hulk was squishing my head with both his hands. I couldn't bear the pain any longer. I get out of bed, and stumble my way to the kitchen. 

This is torture. 

How much did I even drink last night? What in good heavens happened? I try my best to remember all the things I did.  

All I could remember was going to the yacht, seeing Liam there, then heading to where Perrie and El were. The rest was just a blur. 

Fingers crossed, nothing bad happened. Well, to start off, I woke up in my bed - alone and fully clothed. That's a good sign, right? At least I didn't sleep with someone who I just met. Or confessed my undying love to someone.

Oh dear. 

Kill me now. 

I remember one particular event last night. 

Liam. 

I remember him picking me up and taking me home. Not that I'm a hundred percent sure it was him, but my instincts told me so. And his voice was awfully familiar. Not to forget the face. And his reaction when I said it. 

"I love you." I remember telling him. "I love you, Liam."

Did I seriously have to repeat it? Goodness. I hope he realized that I was just drunk. And that I didn't really mean it. 

Or did I?

I don't know. All I know is that I want to drink as many painkillers as I can to get rid of this headache. I frantically search for the painkillers in my kitchen cabinets. I finally find it and take at least three pills. That much would do. 

I sit by the kitchen counter as my phone rings, causing me to groan in pain. Why does everything have to be so loud? I answer it, without looking at the caller ID. 

"Good morning sunshine." El chirped happily at the other end. 

"El, hi." I say, rubbing my forehead. 

"And why don't you sound happy to hear from me?" she asks, sounding quite hurt. "What happened last night? Liam brought you home, right? Well, clearly." she says, answering her own question. 

"I told him I love him." I tell her, not being able to keep my confession to Liam a secret from her. 

"You said what?" she squeals, extremely happy at the news. "So are you guys like, back together?" 

"I was drunk and I didn't know what I was saying." I give her my excuse.

She snorts, "Oh please, don't use the drunk excuse on me." she says, not buying it. "You wouldn't have said it if you didn't actually mean it. You wouldn't have said it if deep down in that stubborn heart of yours, you don't actually feel that way." 

"Right." I say, realizing that was she said was true.

"So, does that mean that you are finally admitting the fact that you still love Liam?" she asks, clearly knowing what I will say in reply. 

"I don't know. Look, my head hurts and it's literally killing me. Why did you call anyways?" I ask her, wondering why she called me. 

"Can't a friend call a friend to ask how that friend is doing?" she says innocently. "Okay, okay. Liam told me to tell you to check your email. He sent something important." 

"Why didn't he tell me this himself?" I ask. "It's not like I'm not going to do it if he asks me to." 

"You can be pretty stubborn sometimes. I don't blame him." she says in reply.