too young for this { harry styles }

Chapter 10

I woke up feeling incredibly miserable.

Last night was bad. Really, really bad.

I did everything I shouldn't have done.

I could still taste the vodka/vomit/whatever it was in my mouth and feel the cuts aching my body.

I felt for my phone and pushed the matted hair away from my face.

When I finally had it, I unlocked it to see the time:

3:12 AM

I groaned at the thought of how long I slept.

My headache was very bad, considering the bottle of vodka that only had a little bit left in it that sat on my bookshelf.

I first took a shower, removing the scent of the alcohol from my scabbed body. I scrubbed the blood away and hovered over the toilet. Now I didn't need to make myself vomit because the alcohol did it for me.

I put on a pair of black pajama shorts and an old school shirt.

I brushed through my hair, noticing the dark circles under my eyes as I did so.

The headache was still there but I managed.

I checked my phone again, noticing that I had two new texts and a missed call.

I opened the texts first.

From Hazza:

Hey. We landed. Forgot about the time change. Hope you sleep well! xx

From Hazza:

Good morning! Miss you x

I then saw that the missed call had been from him at 12 am last night.

(well its still night I guess-

I half smiled, thinking of the boy I loved.

To Hazza:

Glad you landed safe! Just woke up; miss you too. x

I then walked to the kitchen, still feeling my head pounding from the hangover.

I heard the low murmuring of voices but ignored them and got what kinda looked like a poptart.

I really don't know what what anymore bacause I think I'm still a bit drunk.

I sat down on the couch and could still hear the voices.

"Shut the fuck up already." I slurred, taking a bite of my strawberry poptart.

I felt the vibrations throughout the house as someone walked.

"Excuse me young lady?! I won't be talked to like-"

"Just fuck off." I muttered.

I turned around to see my mother with her huge brown eyes, staring at me.

"Excuse me?"

"I told you to fuck off. That means to leave me the fuck alone." I answered matter-a-factly

"I would appreciate if you didn't talk to me like that." She stated in her bitchy voice.

I stood up from the dumb couch and stumbled over my feet, but I managed to still stand.

"You know what I would appreciate?" I pointed to her, shaking my finger. "I would appreciate a family. I would appreciate a mother. A real one. Someone who stays at home and huge me and kisses my cheek before I leave to school. I would appreciate a mother who took the time to even know me enough to find out that I'm gonna be out of school in a few days if I pass this test.