Paul's P.O.V.
I woke up, but didn't open my eyes just yet. The first thing that hit me was everything that happened last night, making the pain in my chest come back.Maybe it was a dream, maybe none of it happened...
I opened my eyes and saw the chair legs of my table in the kitchen.
Definitely wasn't a dream...
I sat up, leaning against the table in my kitchen and rubbed the side of my face, staring at the reflexion of myself in the oven.
My hair was messy, my shirt was undone, my undone bow tie was barely hanging on my neck, I had a bruised lip and a cut upset my eye, and I was still wearing my clothes from last night.
"Paul? There you are." I heard Dimi say as he walked into the kitchen and saw me on the floor
"I didn't hear you come in last night." He said as he went over to me and picked me up, tugging at my arms until I could make it onto my feet.
I stumbled a bit, needing the table for support.
"God, you reek of alcohol and vomit." He said, pushing me upstairs and into the bathroom
"Sto.... And..." I started but then trailed off
"And you're still drunk..." He grumbled and then started unbuttoning my shirt after starting the shower
"Finish getting undressed and take a shower... If you're not out in 10 minutes I'm coming in, so unless you want me to see all that, be out in 10." He said and then I climbed into the shower, feeling the water run over my shoulders and down my body.
I leaned on the wall, standing under the water for what felt like hours, but in reality they were just minutes.
Dimi opened the door and ripped the curtains open to find me standing in the shower with my pants and shoes still on.
"Paul, come on, buddy. I know it's hard, bu-" He started, but then I cut him off
"You have no idea, Dimi. I don't know what to do without her." I said, feeling my heart break once again and water trickle into my mouth as I talked
Dimi finished getting me undressed and then left me to shower, which I actually tried to do since I started realizing how bad I smelled.
I got out of the shower, dried myself and then walked into my bedroom, picking up a black tee shirt and some jeans and some random tennis shoes then walked back out to where Dimi was in the living room.
He had to change his shirt since it got wet in the shower.
"Here, this'll help with the hangover." He said and gave me a glass of water with aspirin.
"Thanks." I muttered and then drank it, slowly sipping at it
He dragged me out of the house, sitting me in the passenger seat of the car while he drove us to work.
I grabbed some sunglasses and wore them to avoid coming into too much contact with the light and to avoid anyone seeing how drunk I still was.
We arrived at work and I stumbled out of the car, being led inside by Dimi.
I was a bit tipsy, but I could control myself for the most part.
I walked in and then everyone fell silent, staring at me and Dimi.
"Hey, you doing okay?" Yoshi asked and then Dimi told him I wasn't feeling too well, but everyone knew that was a lie
"You're late." I heard Rey say from his office so I turned to face him and before I could start punching him out again, Dimi held me back and led me down the hall towards my office
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