Trust Me To Hurt You

Chapter 21

I know the ending of the last chapter was a bit sad, but I wanted more scenes between them. I knew they were going a little too fast, so I did that scene. The story may end til 30, so hopefully I'll finish this by my birthday because school is making my schedule busy.

 

Filler, but there’s a Liam/Allie moment here :D Also, I think that the story is ending by the twenty fifth chapter instead, BUTTTTT! I planned (from the very start) that I’d post an epilogue and bonus chapter (And no, not a sex scene, you pervs)

 

For XxMiss_SummerxX, for being my 200th voter. Cheers <3

 

Check out my new story, Move To The Music :DDDD

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                 "So I heard you got really sick, and anyway if you get this message, call me. I miss you Allie." The message ended and I leant back on the couch. I felt a sneeze coming and I grabbed tissue from its box on the coffee table just in time before the room had been covered with snot.

                 "Woah Al, try not to redecorate the place while I'm gone." Cody said, wearing his leather jacket. Even if I would usually retort to that, I smiled at him. Cody had missed work for the day for me. What a big brother. He gave me a weird look, grabbing his keys. "You alright?"

                

                 I nodded and shooed him with my hand. When he walked out of the apartment, I sneezed again, before trying to cough out the phlegm in my system, but no such luck. My terrible cold just started the had the flight back home, and today my cold had gone way worse. I've been light headed and nauseous. My fever didn't help, it made me skip meals a lot because I had no appetite. I was pale and weak, and I might get expelled from missing school so much. It's a good thing my excuse was really acceptable. Getting in a car accident, attending your mom's burial, and the bad case of the flu all in three weeks was hard.

                 I stood up and fell back nauseously on the couch, groaning. I needed to get my laptop before I die of boredom. I tried standing up again twice, and I got back to the couch in time to bark into my stinky bucket. I puked my guts out for two minutes. There was nothing left to puke, so acid was coming out of my nose, bringing tears to my eyes. After, I took the water bottle on the table and gargled water in my mouth, before I wiped myself clean.

                 Leaning back with my eyes closed, I turned on my laptop. I was too nauseous to stay in front of the screen for more than thirty minutes so I had to be fast. I just wanted to check something and then play songs.

                 I opened my playlist and soon my favorite song had filled the room. As I did my usual adding and commenting on Facebook, I decided I had enough and I placed laptop on the table, music still keeping me company.

                 Once again, I puked my guts out into the bucket. It was already dangerously full, and I slump back, thinking what the hell is wrong with me. I know I've got the worst case of flu because of sleeping dripping wet back in my old tree house with Liam, but I couldn't stop puking. I have nothing in me already.

                 I turned off my laptop, getting annoyed by th music. Just as I fell back onto the couch, I felt my phone vibrate under my pillow and I took it, my head feeling dizzy at the movement. "What?" I asked rudely.