The Party Girl // Zane Hijazi

Chapter 27: Hair of the Dog

I woke up to rustling next to me. I reached my arm out for Zane's body, but hit the mattress. I rolled over, and clutched the blankets over my nude body. I heard the shower start, and I opened my eyes. I saw Zane getting into the shower. I rubbed my eyes, then the hangover pain hit me. "Oh god," I groaned, closing my eyes again. I rolled over, so my face was in the pillow, then I got the overwhelming vomit feeling. I threw the blankets off me, and grabbed the shirt I threw off my body last night. I ran to the restroom and vomited in the toilet next to the shower. I heard Zane laugh behind me. I held my hair in one hand and the toilet seat in the other.

I hate vomiting. It reminds me of high school.

I sat back on my knees, and wiped the sweat from my forehead. I flushed the toilet and hesitated getting up. "Too much whiskey?" Zane yelled over the sound of the water. I turned and saw him. I flipped him off, then got back up.

I washed my face in the sink, brushed my teeth, then went back to the bed. I took my shirt off, and got under the blankets. The room was spinning.

"I have to stop drinking," I said once Zane got out of the shower. "You say that every time you have a slight hangover," he said, wrapping a towel around his waist. He walked over the the bed, and moved the hair out of my face, and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes, and I felt his presence walk away. "We have brunch reservations," Zane said, unzipping his suitcase. "Where," I mumbled, my eyes still closed.

"Upland," I opened my eyes, and furrowed them. "The upland?" I asked.

"Yeah your dad told me it was your favorite," he said, slipping boxers on. He went back into the bathroom, and brushed his teeth.

I sat up, clutching the blankets to my chest. I smiled at him from the bed. I never had a boyfriend that really took the time to get to know my interests like Zane did. Zane's phone started ringing on the bedside table. I rolled over and grabbed it. "Hey, your manager is calling you," I yelled from the bed. "Answer it!" he said, with his mouth full of tooth paste.

I slid the phone unlocked and held it to my ear. "Hey this is Zane's phone," I said.

"Hey Bryn," I heard the familiar voice of his manager, Kelsey. "Hey how are you?" I asked, laying on my stomach. "I'm good. Hey, congrats on the engagement! I'm expecting a wedding invite," she said. I laughed. "Of course, of course. Zane's brushing his teeth right now-" I said looking at him. He spit the tooth past, out and rinsed his mouth. "Wait- here he is," I said, giving him the phone.

"Hey Kels," he said, going through his suitcase. "Oh- Wait, really?" he asked. He pulled a shirt out of the suitcase. "Kelsey, you're lying," he smiled. He turned around and looked at me. "Holy shit, okay," he said. "I'm so down for that, yeah," he said. "Thank you so much," he said. I smiled, and laid my head on my palms. Zane hung up the phone. "So you know how we were supposed to leave in like two days," Zane said. I nodded.

"Well- Kelsey just arranged a meet and greet for me in Times Square a day after we're supposed to leave,"

"Oh my god!" I yelled. "That's great!" I stood up with the sheet still attached to my chest. He hugged me.

"I guess we have to celebrate," I said. His hands were hanging on my hips. "Little hair of the dog?" He raised a brow. "Haha, very funny," I said, my eyes traveling all over his face. His beard was groomed, yet it looked a bit messy. It could just be because he just got out of the shower, or because he hasn't trimmed it in a few days. I looked into his eyes. I was always so jealous of his eyelashes, and the color of his eyes. I don't even know whether or not my eyes are hazel, or green, or blue. His eyes aren't just brown. They're the kindest, most understanding eyes I've ever seen. I feel at home when I look into his eyes. I've never had that before.