Fighting For Love

Chapter 10

                                                             "A Hangover and a Weird Attitude"

Hannah’s POV:

            I woke up with a pounding head ache. I felt sick to my stomach and my eyes actually burned when I opened them. This is why I never drank. I had only been through this one other time and I refused to go through it ever again.

            I slowly stood up out of the bed and almost tripped over someone sleeping in my floor. When I looked down I saw that it was Dylan. He was sound asleep facing my bed. He must have slept in here in case I needed him in the middle of the night. He had to be the sweetest guy ever.

            I stepped over him and continued to walk. I walked down the stairs and down into the kitchen. When I walked in Marsha was sitting at the counter drinking a cup of coffee. She looked up when I walked in and her eyes widened. I guess she wasn’t expecting to see me here.

            “Hi,” I said as I walked towards the refrigerator.

            “What are you doing home,” she asked.

            “I drunk a little too much and Dylan brought me home,” I said as I got a bottle of water.

            “That was nice of him,” she said with a smile.

            “Yes it was. He also slept on my bedroom floor,” I said as I popped two aspirin in my mouth.

            “Why,” she asked lookin confused.

            “I guess to make sure I was ok,” I said with a shrug.

            “That’s a good boy,” she said as she got up and walked out of the room.

            “Don’t I know it,” I whispered to myself. Then I walked out and went into the living room. I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV to start flipping through channels. It wasn’t but a few minutes later that I heard someone walking down the stairs. I knew that it was Dylan before he even walked into the room.

            “Hi,” he said when he walked in. He was only wearing a pair of low slung sweats. He was really starting to make things difficult for me.

            “Hey,” I said back just as quietly.

            “Are you feeling ok,” he asked as he sat down beside me. Close beside me.

            “Yeah. I took some aspirin when I first woke up,” I told him.

            “Good. I figured you would have a hangover from hell,” he said as he wrapped his arm around me. I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

            “It’s pretty bad but I’m good with handling pain,” I said quietly as I looked at the TV.

            “Well I’m going to take care of you all day,” he said with a big grin.

            “You don’t have to do that,” I said as I looked up at him.

            “Yes I do. Plus I really want to,” he said as he looked at me seriously.