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Tangled Heart

Virginie's Point of View

March 15th

The day has risen and I don't feel good.  I spent the night at Niall's, because it seems I was too tanked up to face Harry last night.  To be honest, I don't remember lots and my head and my stomach hint me how drunk I must have been.  I have never been that hungover in my life.  The only time I did, it was at my high school graduation party. But it doesn't compare.  I barely slept last night. I was boiling of fever, feeling sick and extremely weak.

Niall told me that he had to put me to bed and I immediately fell asleep. I remember to be tucked in when I woke up a few hours later, but I never could go back to sleep. I wish I could have, because the pain was unbearable. It still is. So, the second I heard that he was awake, I asked him to drive me home.

The road is taking forever and I hold on very tightly to the handle on the door. Every curve we take, every hole we bump in are making me feel the more and more ill. My eyes are closed because the brightness is too hard on my head.  This is the worst I have ever felt in my life. I never thought something could be worst than my menstrual cramps, which are horrible I barely can function under that much pain. It was hell last week when I got my period back again, meaning that my shot isn't effective anymore. I guess it's a good thing this celibate bet thing and that I slept at Niall's because I might have broken it last night. The last thing I remember is wanting to get home to my boyfriend to rip all the clothes off his tattooed covered body. Now, I want to go back to him for completely other reasons. I just want to be able to puke this illness out and be done with it and I would be much more at ease to do it in my own bathroom.

Midway to the house, I weirdly start to shake, which I try to hide from Ni who's been nothing but very caring and helpful for me, with cold sweat on my back. I get very cold which contrast tremendously of how hot I felt all morning. I need to get home quick. I really don't feel well.

The car finally stops moving and I get very carefully out. I can't thank him nor speak in anyway at all, sickness is stuck in my throat. I climb the steps to the front door and struggle with my keys to unlock the door. Niall immediately rushes his hands to take them from me and successfully opens the door for me.

I don't wait another moment and run through the house to our bedroom's bathroom. I take H's robe on the hook next to the shower and quickly put it on. I kneel in front of the loo and lift the seat, holding myself over ready to throw up. Nothing comes out, I feel it still stuck in my throat unpleasantly.

"Gyns?" I hear Harry say through the loud breaths I hear myself having and the heavy sound of my heart pounding. "Niall? Is everything all right?"

"I think she is feeling hungover. She had quite the wild night." Niall responds to him as I tug the robe closer to my chest.

"I hope that means she had fun, right?"

"Believe me, she did. Nick loves her. He has been blowing up her phone like crazy all morning.  I would have replied if I had known her passcode, but I don't.  You better take care of it before he thinks she is ignoring him.  You know how he can be."

"Yeah, thank you.  I am happy you took care of her.  Thank you Niall."

"No worries, mate.  She is our little Gynie, of course I would take care of her.  I will let you both be and recover from last night.  Talk to her and keep me updated on how she feels."