THIS (zauren fan fiction)

19.

Lauren's POV.

Noah's family just couldn't get enough of him, so they came all the way to campus to visit him. They informed him that they made lunch reservations at a fancy restaurant with a fancy name where you had to dress to meet the fancy dress code. I was invited. His parents really wanted to meet me.

I was kind of hungover from the night before. I decided to just let loose from all my frustrations and drink, drink, drink. Noah always playing it safe was enough to drive me crazy, as well as Zayn having lipstick all over his neck and finding out that it was the same shade as botox barbie's, also added to my frustrations.

"There my parents are," Noah said as he led me through the restaurant full of mostly older white folk. His parents looked like typical suburban white parents. They stood up. His mother had grinned with her pearly whites. Her blonde hair was up in a bouffant bun. His brunette father was starting to bald.

"Noah! Always great to see you."

"Likewise dad," he said. "Uh, this is Lauren."

"Thee Lauren. It's great to meet you," his father said. He shook my hamd with force.

"You're all he ever talks about," his mother waved. Noah blushed and made a face at his mom.  She went in for an unexpected hug and the smell of her lavender perfume almost made me vomit. She smoothed down her periwinkle dress and sat down. "I'm Martha. This is my husband, Tim."

I gained my composure and sat down. I held my hand against my head to keep it from exploding. The older couple at the table beside ours were eating lobster and I could suddenly feel the mass amounts of potato chips I ate while drunk the night before doing cartwheels in my stomach. I glanced around in my surroundings for the little ladies room. I kept a mental note of it's location.

"I got caviar bites as an appetizer," Martha said. I made a face and looked down at my beige cloth napkin.

"It's going to rain today. Did you make sure to roll your windows up?" Tim asked Noah. He nodded his head. I always hated small talk.

The table filled with silence. I was drinking lots of water in hopes that my hangover would vanish into thin air because I was drinking something that was good for me. It wasn't happening. The thought of food repulsed my body, but maybe that's the cure I needed.

"Lauren, are you alright?"Martha asked. I looked up at her. The lights didn't seem so dim anymore. The waiter placed the caviar bites down in front of her and I made a run for the ladies room. I kneeled down in front of the toilet heaving but nothing came out of my mouth, just some drool. "Ew.." I heard someone say. They walked out as fast as they had entered.

I walked out of the stall and stood in front of the mirror. I was paler than usual. It was noticeable that something was wrong with me. I wiped water down my face and dabbed off the cool sensation with a rough paper towel.

I made my exit from the rose colored restroom to be surprised by Noah standing there. I made a face.

"What was that all about?" he sneered.

"Yes. I'm okay. Thanks for asking," I said. Noah sighed.

"If you weren't feeling well, you should have just told me. I know there is like some stomach bug floating through campus." It was my turn to sigh.

"Noah.. I'm hungover," I admitted.

"You're hungover? When did you even drink?" His frustration was evident. I made a face.

"Last night. I went out last night." I rubbed at my forehead.

"When you left my room?" He was starting to raise his voice. "When you told me that you were leaving to help Ally out with something?"