Bechloe

Chapter Three

Beca's POV:

My eyes fluttered open and I immediately squeezed them shut again. It was so bright! Why was it so bright? I slowly opened them again, squinting slightly. My head was killing me and I knew it would be hundreds of times worse once I sat up.

I suddenly realised I wasn't alone in my bed. Turning my head slightly I saw a familiar ginger lying next to me, sleeping soundly. I smiled at how cute she looked. Her mouth slightly open and her hair spread across the pillow.

My mouth felt unbearably dry. I needed water. I slowly eased myself up into a sitting position. It felt like sirens were going off inside of my head. I put my elbows on my knees and grabbed my head, groaning at the pain.

"Mmm?" Chloe stirred slightly, rolling onto her stomach, the covers slipping off her a little. She wasn't wearing any pants, just underwear. I found myself staring. Why was I staring? God, Beca you're such a weirdo.

I peeled the blankets off myself and stood up, despite the pain of my throbbing head. I hazardously made my way downstairs, almost falling numerous times due to barely opening my eyes. The light was making it impossible. How many windows did we need in this house?

I stumbled my way to the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the wall for a second, breathing heavily, trying to control the dizziness that had overcome me. The dizziness was met by something else. Nausea.

I ran to the bathroom which was luckily in close proximity. I stumbled through the door and fumbled to lift up the toilet seat. As soon as I flipped open the lid my stomach lurched and I threw up into the toilet bowl. It was horrible. I never wanted to drink again.

I gripped the side of the toilet with one hand and held my hair back with the other.

It felt like it went on for hours but I knew it could have only been a minute or so. Once there was literally nothing left in my stomach to throw up it finally stopped.

I reached up and flushed the toilet and closed the lid. I then leaned back against the wall and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Beca?" I heard an Australian accent say from the doorway. I glanced over and saw Amy standing there, rubbing her eyes. "Are you okay?" She asked, sleepily.

"Yeah" I sighed, standing up unsteadily "Just hungover, I guess" I walked over to the sink, grabbed my toothbrush and brushed my teeth. I hated that taste in your mouth that you get after puking.

"Drink water and take two Advil" She recommended, waving her finger at me.

I nodded, rolling my eyes slightly before spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing the toothbrush.

"Okay Dr. Fat Amy" I smiled, walking past her as she walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I did as Amy said and grabbed a glass from the kitchen and filling it with water. I sipped it as I scouted out some Advil to ease my headache.

"Looking for this?"

I jumped slightly, startled by the sudden voice. I spun around to see Aubrey sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar.

She chucked the Advil packet at me with a smug smile.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, clear surprise in my voice, before taking out two Advil and swallowing them followed by a gulp of water.

"I can't visit my girls?" She said, sipping her coffee.

I nodded, looking down awkwardly. I noticed that I wasn't wearing any pants, just a T-shirt and underwear. I became very self-conscious all of a sudden, pulling down at my top.