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I was woken up by the sudden shufflings not so far from me and the loud opening of the bathroom door. I immediately stood up, loosing my balance but managing to hold on the side of the bed. My headache's not really getting along well. I walked behind Lauren, feeling my muscles ache from the position I've slept on the chair—wasn't that good.


"Fuck," Lauren cursed as she let out everything her stomach contains. It was already yellow, indcating that those are the remaining acids from her stomach and that she've ran out of digested foods to vomit.


I stood behind her as I held her hair, rubbing her back until she stood up. She flushed the toilet and got to the sink, washing her mouth and face. She wasn't looking at me, even when I was watching her reflection on the mirror just above the marble sink.


"Guess I would stop challenging a master in alcohols for a game?" I teased whilst crossing my arms, causing her to glare at me but smirk thereafter.


"That's definitely a good thing to say in the morning for a person who just got sober," she said, turning the tap off and twisting her body to face me, her hands leaning back on the side of the sink. "You just got lucky, y/l/n."


"Did I?" I queried, kinking my eyebrow and crossing my arms. "Or you just got really cocky, Jauregui?"


"Oh please," she scoffed, shoving me playfully and walking out the door. "I knew I could beat you."


"Really?" I challenged, following close and watching her lay back down on my bed. "Doesn't seem like it when you were pushing the moon away to get a view of Saturn last night."


Her cheeks flushed and tore her eyes away. I didn't know if she remembered it or she was just embarrassed to know that she did something as stupid as that.


"Shut up," she finally said, closing her eyes and rubbing the bridge of her nose. "My head hurts."


"Do you remember anything last night?" I asked, standing beside the bed.


"Aside from downing eleven shots of vodka? Nothing more," she admitted, dropping her hand down to the side and not bothering to open her eyes. "And if you're planning to tell me a story, I'm not interested."


"Oh, I am," I responded, smirking devilishly. "I'll tell you when I get back."


"Where are you going?" She asked when I was by the door.


"Get you some meds—" I shrugged. "—to do something with your headache, and also mine. I'll ask Tyrell to prepare a soup for you. Do you want something else?"


"Why won't you just invite me to go downstairs?"


"Oh, trust me you can't," I told her, chuckling as I held the doorknob. "I'll be back and stay right here."



"Good morning," Ally greeted as I entered the dining room. Normani was sitting in front of her, sipping on her coffee.

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