Infatuated With You (Guns N' Roses - Duff McKagan)

Chapter Five

Waking up to a thump and my head spinning, I realised I had rolled off of the bed and landed on the ground. Well, that wasn't how I pictured waking up!

"Fuck." I groan, opening my eyes and staring up at the ceiling. Slowly sitting up, I suddenly felt my stomach begin to churn. Realising I was going to be sick, I rushed to get myself up and off of the ground. Rushing into the bathroom, I dropped onto my hands and knees at the toilet, my face hovering over the bowl as the vomit sprayed out of my mouth.

It sure had been a long time since I had woken up sick. As in, hangover sick. Alison and I were pretty innocent, instead of going out, we mostly stayed home and spent time with each other. But since coming to Los Angeles, I knew that was all about to change. This wouldn't be my last hangover, no. I was sure there were going to be many more to come.

Feeling a bit of relief, I let out a sigh and squeezed my eyes shut. My head was beginning to ache, which was something I wasn't looking forward to. With my stomach turning again, I vomited for a second and third time, that was until I felt better and had a completely empty stomach. Wiping my mouth with some toilet paper, I got back up to my feet and flushed. Deciding it was time for a shower, I turned on the water and waited for a minute until it grew warm. When it did, I got in.

With the warmth of the water washing over me, I made sure to shampoo and condition my hair, wash my face and body and also rince out my mouth. By the time that I was done, I felt a little bit better. But it sure didn't get rid of the killer headache that I had. If I had a hangover and a headache, I couldn't imagine how bad Axl, Duff and Slash felt. Steven on the other hand, he passed out a lot earlier compared to us, so I wouldn't think he would feel as horrible.

Drying myself down, I put on some short denim shorts, a cute black singlet that was slightly lacy and a loose fitting flannette. Before leaving my room, I brushed out my hair and put it into a pony tail, put on some perfume and brushed my teeth. I guess I didn't look as bad as I did earlier, but I didn't feel the best either.

Leaving my room, I wandered down the flight of stairs to see if anyone else was up. No one in the lounge room, but I did in fact hear a guitar being played. I followed the sounds until I walked by the kitchen. Izzy was sat on the ground in the corner, a guitar cradled in his arms and various sheets of paper scattered around him.

Noticing me standing there, he gave me a smile before placing his guitar down and putting all of the paper into a neat pile.

"Morning." I say in a bit of a nervous tone. I wasn't use to be being around musicians, let alone my favourite band.

"Morning." He replies with a cool tone, his lips still stretched into a smile. "How's your head?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, not great." I force a smile.

"Want some pain killers?" He offered.

"Yes please." I nodded with an appreciative expression.

Izzy got to his feet, rounded me and headed into the kitchen. Opening a cupboard, he pulled out a little bottle of pills and opened it. Grabbing out two, he handed me them before grabbing me a glass of water.

"Good thing I went to get some smokes huh." He chuckled as I downed the tablets and the whole glass of water.

"Yeah! You sure are doing me a favour." I smiled, rounding him and setting the glass into the sink.

Heading back around, I took at seat on a stool at the bench. Letting out a sigh, I began to rub my temples.

"So, you had a good night with the guys?" Izzy pulled out the packet of cigarettes from his jeans pocket.