Dangerous feelings

Chapter 18

No one should wake up on Christmas morning with a hangover and yet here was Emily groaning and writhing under the covers trying to hide away from the sunlight that poured through the window. Alison had shown no sympathy towards Emily and her apparent pain as the blonde woke up bright and fresh that morning, she had made her way over to the window and dramatically opened the curtains before merrily sashaying out of the bedroom to check on Noah and whether the young boy was awake yet.

Emily groaned loudly once more before forcing herself up and out of bed, she found herself still in the clothes that she had been wearing out the previous evening. She was surprised that she had managed to fall asleep wearing her black skinny jeans, maroon low cut v neck t shirt and leather jacket, they definitely weren't the comfiest of clothes especially the jacket. She struggled to make the short distance to the ensuite bathroom whilst removing different items of clothing with every couple of steps and throwing them randomly about the room where they would continue to lay until she was feeling more alive.

Emily slowly dragged her body through the doorway and across the tiled bathroom floor before turning the shower on and waiting for the water to reach an appropriate temperature. Two minutes later and she was slumping her body against the cold tiles in an attempt to hold herself up long enough to wash her body and try and wake up. Her head was pounding and there was nothing she wanted more than just to crawl back into bed and sleep the rest of the day away. She decided she would message Hanna when she felt up to the task and tell her what a bad idea drinking on Christmas Eve was, she had all but been forced out to join her friends for a 'couple' of drinks the previous evening.

Alison had been feeling off that previous day and had spent the morning beside the toilet as she brought back up everything that had been in her stomach. Emily had been woken up by the sound of Alison rushing to the bathroom and she had diligently followed her girlfriend and held her long blonde hair out of her face and rubbed gentle circles on her back whilst she was being sick. The two then spent the afternoon on the sofa watching Christmas films and only moving when it was deemed essential i.e for snacks or toilet breaks. Noah was spending the afternoon with Pam, which had been arranged several weeks before however ended up working out well with Alison feeling under the weather.

Hanna had rung Emily at six that evening only minutes after Noah had been dropped back, she demanded that Emily and Alison join her, Spencer and Aria for drinks at one of the local clubs in order to catch up with one another. Emily had tried to reason with the over excited blonde and explained that Alison wasn't feeling well and that they were all having Christmas lunch together the next day anyway and would be able to see each other then however Hanna wouldn't hear any of it.

Alison had told Emily that she didn't mind spending the evening in with Noah if the brunette wanted to go out with her friends. Emily had tried to argue and said that she would rather spend the night in with Alison however her girlfriend had practically pushed her upstairs to get ready. Alison reminded the brunette that she had stopped being sick earlier in the day and felt like she had more energy after resting for several hours therefore she would be fine being left alone with Noah and with that final reassurance Emily reluctantly agreed to meet her friends in the next couple of hours.

As Emily finished her shower and turned off the water she heard the unmistakable excited shrieks from Noah who was obviously now very awake. Another groan left her lips as the high pitched noise went straight through her head and she grimaced with the pain. Wrapping a large white fluffy towel around her body she left the comfort of the bathroom and tentatively entered the bedroom once more, she was relieved to see the bedroom was in fact empty as she still hadn't gathered enough energy to deal with her three year old son yet. All that she could do was try and make herself look semi presentable ready for when everyone came over to have Christmas lunch at theirs.