It Exceeds Her

Chapter 6 - Zoey

"My head is killing me" I had Justin crashing in my room because I'd rather not have him die by choking on his own vomit.

"You could have refused a drink, it's called saying no." The memories of last night probably haven't resurfaced yet.

After we left the house we entered the club as Justin and Chloe, so I could slip in and slip out without any paparazzi. Justin had changed out of his dress shirt and jeans into a black jeans and a dress shirt, along with a hat to cover his gorgeous brown hair. I changed out of my gold skater dress into a designer dress that costs way more than a piece of clothing should, but hey I gotta waste my money somewhere.

Towards the beginning of the night I spent preparing for my show, Justin drowned himself in alcohol.

"Can you stop yelling, my head is pounding and threatening to explode." he's currently curled up in a ball on my bed. It kind of reminds me of a girl with period cramps.

"Okay, okay. I'll go get you some Advil and water." I opened the door quietly, and looked over my shoulder to Justin. "Be back in a few"

I made my way down the long hallway. It was barely noon on a saturday, the boys most likely were asleep after there long night of drinking and dancing.

I definitely hadn't expected to see Ayden dancing with girls who looked like they belonged in strip clubs rather than a VIP lounge. And then there was Ashton just sitting at the bar, totally oblivious to the fact that I was performing.

I mean everyone was on the dance floor pumping their fists to my hit singles. Everyone except him. He just sat as far away from the stage as possible.

"Morning Chloe" Carter is preparing what looks like chicken, most likely for dinner.

"Morning" I reached up to the top shelf of the cubert above the sink.

"Hangover?" Great everyone thinks i'm a raging alcoholic. I can't bare to touch that stuff. I'd feel like I was betraying my family if I ever drank that.

"Not me, Justin had a bit too much to drink last night. I on the other hand don't drink" he look at me a little puzzled. I got the same response from one of the many therapists that had tried to help. In the end music and work was my safe haven. My career may have started out in rough circumstances, but in many ways it helped me to cope by moving away from the root of the problem.

"That's a change to what I usually hear from teenagers your age."

A chuckle escapes my lip. "I prefer not to lay in bed with a headache." He joins in with his own chuckle.

"What are you two laughing at" Belle was leaning against the kitchen entrance. She looked absolutely marvelous in a black leggings and a white cashmere sweater.

"How all three boys upstairs are going through hangovers." I bit my lip to stop another chuckle from escaping.

"I keep telling them to stop drinking, but yet here we are" she gestures to the bottle of Advil in my hand.

"I tell Justin the same thing every time were at a club" Maybe not the right choice of words. Belle kinda just gave me this look like I just told her i'm a hooker.

"How often do you go clubbing?"

"I have to keep the image up, I still don't drink if that's what you two are concerned about" My answer seems to satisfy Carter, but Belle still seems hesitant. "I hate to leave at this moment, but Justin is waiting for this." I shake the bottle of Advil before running up the stairs.

"Chloe?" I looked up from the floor that I was staring at as I walked down the corridor. I bit back my anger and flashed the best smile I could. Ashton seemed unconvinced. "Hey, Chloe. What's wrong?"