Late (p.w)

thirteen - grease & swirl

whitnee's pov:

last night was a mess. a complete mess.

i think i drank enough to kill a horse, maybe even two, because my head and my body feels perished right now.

i can see why people drink, it's fun and it makes you feel cooler than you actually are, but the morning after isn't worth it at all.

my mom woke me up and gave lily and i the biggest scare in probably our whole lives.

i originally assumed she knew about everything and i was gonna get beaten to death, but she just thought that we slept here over night, which she still gave us a lecture for. but i'd take that over her screaming at us for throwing a party.

speaking of the party which happened, when i looked around i saw no mess whatsoever.

i guess harry and his friends could of cleaned it up but that sounds almost too good to be true. maybe parties just aren't like how they are portrayed in books and films, when they completely trash the place, and a bunch of alcoholics are draped over tables and chairs afterwards.

i am still completely shocked to think out of all the things that could've went wrong, nothing did. but i shouldn't speak so soon. there's always room for error.

my mom is doing the dishes as lily and i converse in the far back of the shop trying to figure out what we both know and remember. it's an uncomfortable feeling trying to put together the pieces of something you yourself did. you feel like out of anything you should know yourself best but i feel like i know myself less than ever right now. everything seems like a distance memory. kind of like you didn't live it. kind of like it was a dream or something. it's all very weird.

"i think i would've had more fun if i didn't pass out midway through." lily implies.

"i wish i passed out earlier, it would've stopped me from doing a bunch of dumb stuff." i groan, "how do you feel?"

"i feel decent i got a head start on sleeping so i must feel a bunch better then you right now." she chuckles.

i try joining in but my head starts aching again.

"what'd you do anyways?" she asks.

well i vaguely remember dancing with zayn, seeing dylan makeout with lizzy, and acting extremely petty, annoying, and needy around harry, anything else i've done i genuinely don't know.

"i don't really know." i reply.

i take out my phone and begin researching ways to cure hangovers. a lot of websites say to drink coffee, eat greasy food, drink water, but apparently there's no true way to cure a hangover, so i just have to go through it or sleep through it.

great.

i walk over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water for lily and i, since water seems like a realistic cure because it'll flush out my system or something, and i then hear the automatic ringing noise of the door opening, which startled me and makes my head hurt.

i begin to hear it over and over again and i see a whole group of teens and or young adults and my heart immediately drops. my brain begins its habit of spiraling a bunch of questions and assumptions in my head.

are they here to complain about last night?

do they think this place is a club?

are they here to start any kind of trouble?

lily looks just as paranoid as i do & we both just freeze.

my mom walks over to the door and greets the large mass of people outside, and i see two faces which i recognized. the girl with green hair who called me pretty and the guy with short dreads