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02| You're Drunk

Josh's P.O.V

I woke up with a pounding headache. I really hate hangovers. I turned around and saw a cup of water and a pain killer on the bedside table, I wasted no time in swallowing the pain killer and drinking the cup of water. I started to feel slightly better.

I got out of bed, still feeling slightly dizzy and made my way downstairs. As I was going to the kitchen, I noticed Oli who was sleeping on the couch, curled up in blankets, his pillow on the floor.

I walked closer to him and picked up the pillow and took the opportunity to look at him. He looked quite peaceful asleep, I noticed some dried up tears on his cheek, a guilty feeling started build up inside me.

I still had some sort of attraction towards Oli, it's not like I completely hated him now. I still found him beautiful, I still found it cute when he laughed or giggled at something stupid, which he would rarely do now. As cheesy as it sounds, I lost the spark I had at the beginning of our relationship.

At the beginning, around the time when we got married, I found him perfect, no flaws. Each time we kissed my heart would go crazy with excitement. Each time we hugged my body would still heat up. Each time he giggled or complimented me I would blush.

But not anymore.

Now each time we kiss I don't feel anything, just a pair of lips on mine. Each time we hug I feel like I'm hugging a friend I haven't seen in a while. Each time he giggled I still find it cute, but not like I did before.

Of course we still had some little moments where we would be perfectly fine. Those were rare moments. Most of the time we wouldn't talk or we would fight. I kind of felt bad for leading him on when we had those little moments, I knew he still loved me, he would say it everyday, but I didn't. Along time I fell out of love.

I put the pillow back on the couch and adjusted it so Oli was comfortable. After that, I had a quick breakfast and sat down on the dinner table alone, slowly eating my cereal while scrolling through my phone.

I met an old friend yesterday I hadn't seen him in years so we thought it would be good to stay in contact. His name is Dan, he used to be one of my best friends back in high school. I missed that guy, we had talked and laughed most of the night.

"Good morning." I heard Oli mumble.

"Morning." I answered back.

Oli walked away upstairs, I assumed he went to take a shower. I sighed and texted Dan, asking if there were any parties around tonight. He answered within a minute or so, telling me to meet him at someone's house.

I passed most of the day on the couch, just waiting for the hour I could go. Oli was up in our room, I don't know what he was doing, but after a while he finally came downstairs. I checked the time, it was around 10pm now so I decided to go.

"I'm going out." I said.

"Okay." Oli sniffled.

"Were you crying." I asked, turning to face him.

"N-No." He stuttered, rubbing his eyes. "I just got a cold."

"Okay, I'm gonna get going." I said, closing the door on the way out. I didn't believe his excuse for a second, but I dropped it.

I drove to the address Dan texted me and arrived quickly. I walked in the house, the smell of alcohol already hitting my nose. I searched around for Dan or any other people I knew, finally, I found him.

"Hey, what up?" Dan said.

"Not much, how about you?" I asked, getting a drink and swallowing the alcohol.