Milk (5SOS)

Chapter 4 - The Morning After

I awoke and checked my phone realising it was now 5:21am and I'm in an unfamiliar place with a headache the size of a boulder, I'd never gotten this drunk before what was in that damn alcohol, stupid frat boys. I vaguely remember sitting on some guys bed, I think his name was Lawrence? Liam? I can't remember. Anyway, I'm not there now. I can't see much but I can see a bed opposite mine with a large figure laying on top of it, there was also a figure curled up on the floor so I decided to shine my phone light in his face to see who it was. To my relief it was Michael, he must have seen the state I was in and brought me back to his room. I think it's cute how he respected me so much to sleep on the floor and let me have his bed.

After staring at the ceiling for a while, the daylight started to creep through the curtains and the figure who I'm guessing to be Harry, stirred a bit. All of a sudden a burning sensation flew up my throat causing my to run to their en suite and throw my guts up into their toilet. I guess the hangover starts now. I sat in front on the toilet, putting my head in my hands when I heard movement behind me. Michael came and sat down behind me and put his legs either side of me, letting me cuddle into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. We stayed like this for a while in silence before I began to throw up in the toilet again, Michael held my hair back from my face. This continued for about an hour until I had stopped throwing up and Michael carried me back to his bed bridal style before climbing in next to me and cuddling me whilst rubbing my back. This is the nice, caring side of my best friend that I loved. He hadn't spoken a word to me since he woke up and yet he still knows what to do.

I woke up a few hours later to find that Michael had gone and noticed my change of clothes. I was wearing an oversized Nirvana Tshirt and black shorts, was I wearing these before? I decided I was going to make the walk of shame back to my room but as I began to look for my keys I started to panic as I couldn't find them.

iMessage

Lily: Have you seen my room keys?

Michael: Nope, guessing you've lost them?

Lily: I think I've left them in the frat house shitttttt

Michael: I'm on my way and we'll head over to get them

I started to panic a lot now while waiting for Michael, I couldn't wear this to go over to the frat house, I had no damn shoes.

Michael finally arrived to me sat on his bed with a pout on my face and laughed at me. He began to rummage through one of his draws and threw some paracetamol at me

"Second day at college and you're homeless and drunk, classy" Michael winked

"Oh shut up" I said before throwing a pillow straight at his face

"Ow" he pouted

Harry walked in hitting Michael with the door that he was stupidly stood behind.

"Oh soz mate" Harry spoke with a strong british accent before walking to his bed

"Hey, do you have any spare clothes that Lily could borrow, she's lost her room key already" Michael questioned Harry

"Already, nah sorry, but I do know how to pick locks, I could give it who so you could get changed and find you keys?" Harry suggested

"Let's go" I demanded before storming out the door dragging them both by the hands behind me.

I stood anxiously above Harry as he careful tried to pick the lock, getting more excited each time something clicked.

"You do know your breathing in my ear is putting me off" Harry spoke without looking at me.

"Sorry" I muttered and stepped back

After a few minutes the door swung open and I ran into my room

"OMG thank you so much" I screamed at Harry while flinging my arms around his neck.

He replied with a surprised "it's no bother" before walking down the hallway with a smile on his face, leaving me to get ready and Michael now on my laptop probably on twitter.

As we made our way over to the frat house I started to feel very nautious as the memories of last night came flooding back. There was red plastic cups and litter all over the front and two lads attempting to clear up with black bin bags.

I got out of the car and spoke to one of them "is it okay if I go in and look for my room keys, I left them hear last night"

"Whatever, go ahead" he replied not taking much interested.

As I opened the large wooden doors, I began to feel self conscious and scared, I needed to find the bedroom I was in last night but I couldn't remember which one it was so instead I decided to ask a tall curly haired boy who walked past

"U-uh excuse me" I stuttered

"Yes" he replied coldly

"I'm looking for a tall boy, blonde quiff, blue eyes, lip piercing, he has my room key"

"Luke Hemmings, up the stairs, across balcony, 3rd door on left" he replied then walked away, god he was mean.

I made my way up to Luke's room and knocked on the door. To my surprise he opened the door, but not with happy expressions. He looked at me, half shut the door, then returned placing the keys in my hand and slamming the door in my face. All with a black facial expression, wow.