The List || h.s au

Hangover

Sup bellas!

I just really like the idea I got for this story and I'll try to update it as much as possible, but with school and stuff it'll be a bit more difficult. Plus, I have my other stories to write and I think I'll chose an update day for each of them

Anyway, enough with the blah blah

Here's the first official chapter of The List for you guys :)

Mucho Love,

Pumpkin xx

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**2 YEARS LATER**

God, I hate mornings. Especially when I have to leave for college during the whole day and...ugh.

I just can't wait to get over with this.

I roll on my side and open my eyes to the bright light of the sun. Why can't the weather reflect my mood today? Why is it suddenly so sunny in London, when I'm exhausted, tired and irritated? And I'm not even on my period.

I try to get myself up, but groan when I don't find the energy to leave my comfy bed. If it was about me, I'd sleep all day. But we can't always have what we want, but I know what I need right now, and it is a long shower.

I look at the clock on my bedside table and my eyes almost pop out of their orbits when I realize it's already noon. 

Why did I over sleep last night? Wait, what date are we? I take my phone and look for the calendar.

Saturday, September 14th. 

I sigh of relief when I realize I don't have to study today. I lay back on my bed and cover myself to feel the warmness of my sheets. An unfamiliar smell hits my nostrils, mixed with the vanilla one of my covers. I slowly open my eyes and see the back of someone's head next to me.

I frown and tilt my head to the side. I lift my self on one elbow and take a better look at whoever was sleeping in my bed. 

It's a boy. A cute one hopefully. I yawn and move myself out of bed. The different temperature hits me and I shiver under my shirt. 

It's not even my shirt, it's way too large for me. I observe the white fabric covering my top half and smile at the good choice of clothing. The boy has style. And he is tall because the bottom of his shirt almost hits my knees.

I walk in my small bathroom and take a look at myself in the mirror. 

Damn, I look like a mess. I definitely have sex hair, last night's makeup is all over my face now and many bruises, or hickeys, can be seen on my neck. 

Yeah, now I remember last night's party. It was pretty lame actually, but I can assure you that the man sleeping in my bed right now wasn't.

I smirk at myself and take off his shirt. Might as well keep it, it looked pretty damn fine on me. I step in the shower and let the memories from last night flood my mind.

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"This place is boring, Carls. Why did you bring us here?" I complain. The drinks were bad, most of the people were already drunk and knocked out and the party hasn't even really started. The people still awake were either snogging in corners, dancing or smoking weed outside whilst me and Carla were sitting on an uncomfortable sofa in a awfully looking living room.

"It's going to get better, not everybody arrived yet. Just be patient and enjoy yourself Kim"  she replies, poking my cheek at the same time.