Skinny Hips // Ashton Irwin

fifteen // annie, darling!

//Annie//

The walk from the bathroom, down the stairs and to the kitchen felt longer and harder than usual. My legs shook underneath me; I was so thirsty.

I felt like I was drifting; my legs were moving without me telling them to. I allowed this to happen if it meant getting to the kitchen easier.

I strolled into the living room, letting the door squeak as I shut it behind me. I stared at the couch where Michael laid, clearly having had too much to drink the night before. There was an empty bottle of Smirnoff laid carelessly on the ground beside him, having seen better days.

As quietly as I could, I tip-toed past him, keeping my heaving breathing to a minimum. Once I reached the kitchen I shut the door behind me, finally allowing myself to breathe. Once I did so I shook, my balance becoming wobbly and my legs feeling like jelly.

I took a seat on the stool momentarily, feeling more out of breath than usual. Looking down, I looked at the time on the watch covering my wrist, sighing upon realizing that Ashton and Calum would be home from college in 30 minutes and Luke would be home from work in an hour.

My eyes locked on the fridge. Thoughts about the taste of ice cold water came to mind. I smiled to myself, lifting myself up from the chair. My feet planted themselves on the ground and I stood up straight, moving to step forward. Upon doing so my vision began to darken, and soon I could see nothing but the ground coming closer and closer to my face.

//Calum//

I pulled up into the driveway slowly, my head banging against my skull. It felt as if someone's fist was knocking on my forehead; this was the reason for my leaving college early.

The front door felt as if it was miles away, but I made it because of the word coffee playing in my head over and over again; it was what I needed.

Once shutting the front door and kicking my shoes off I instantly felt more comfortable. The house stunk of booze. Sighing, I made my way through the living area, jumping at the sight of Michael. I sighed again, this seeming to be something that is now an often occurrence.

"Mikey," I sung, attempting to wake him without worsening his hangover. I edged closer to him upon realizing my attempt didn't work. "Michael!" 

The boy jumped at this, his body flinging itself up-words. With one look at me he groaned, falling back in to the couch with one hand on his head and the other on his stomach. "Whaaat?" he moaned.

"Have you any idea what time it is?" I inquired, confused but slightly amused. "I'm assuming you don't, it's five in the afternoon, have you been asleep this entire time?"

"I'm hungover," he barked. I chuckled, leaving it at that. 

Shaking my head, I walked past Michael, through the living room and into the kitchen. I made my way to the microwave, reaching up in to a cabinet above it to pull out a pot of noodles before sticking it in. As soon as that was done I maneuvered around the island to get to the fridge, stopping abruptly in my place at the sight.

"Annie?" I stuttered, trying to get her attention while also hoping this was a joke. "Annie?" I called again, louder this time. I moved around her limp body to get a view of her face, getting down on my hands and knees beside her.

Gently, I rested my hand on her shoulder and shook. There was no response. "Annie!" I sputtered again, this time almost shouting. "Annie, wake up!"

Whilst shaking her body she turned ever so slightly, giving me better view of her face. I stared at her, finally noticing her nose was slightly bloody and her lips were blue.