how you get the boy

seven

Starting off the second month of the year with a missed lecture wasn't exactly what I had planned in mind.

Alas, that's what happened when I woke up an hour later than the time I was supposed to get up so I could get to class. As if that wasn't bad enough, I woke up with a pulsing headache, a result from last night's drinking shenanigan with Niall, Louis and Harry. I believed it was also God's way of telling me that last night was a terrible idea.

Even though I didn't think I drank too much last night, it was apparently enough to put me in a bad mood when I opened my eyes in the morning. A loud groan slipped past my lips when the light from the outside seeped into my window, reminding me that I needed to shut the curtain before I went to sleep.

I was mildly irritated that I'd missed the lecture, for I'd never missed one before regardless how much I dreaded going to morning classes. As I tried to convince myself not to feel guilty, I told myself again and again that staying at home was better than going to a lecture. I knew for a fact that having to sit in the lecture hall for hours with a throbbing headache would only make me regret every single thing I'd ever done throughout my existence and not only would I irritate people around me, I would irritate myself too by being so snarky.

I couldn't help it. It was, after all, the aftermath of me drinking too much the night before.

Cursing to myself as I felt the hangover taking over me, I sat up slowly and threw my legs over the side of the bed. My muscles were unusually heavy as I dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth so I could get rid of the unpleasant taste the alcohol had left in my mouth. I stared at the reflection for a couple of minutes, contemplating my image in the mirrors. I might look smashing last night, but this morning I looked like a nightmare – not even a beautiful one at that.

I was beyond certain that hungover Tenley could give a heart attack to just about anyone who saw me in this state because even I almost got into a cardiac arrest when I first caught a glimpse of myself. Therefore, I made sure that I had wiped off the black smudge beneath my eyes and tamed my unruly hair before I walked out of the bathroom.

I was sort of hoping that Louis missed his lecture too so I wouldn't feel too shitty about missing mine and my wish was granted when I saw him in the kitchen, popping some pills into his mouth.

"Missed ya lecture too?" Louis questioned the second he noticed me standing in front of him in a worn t-shirt and my favourite pyjama shorts. When I nodded my head, he slid an Ibuprofen and a glass of water towards me, offering me a friendly smile, which I didn't bother to reciprocate. I was not in the best of moods to make an eye contact with anyone, let alone to smile. It would take far too much energy to curve my lips.

"Thanks," I muttered under my breath, popping up the very necessary painkillers and finishing the water in one swig.

Leaning against the counter that was between us, Louis rested his elbow on top of it and scanned my face, probably trying to figure out how was my night despite him being around me all night. Well, most of the night, that is, until he disappeared with Niall to God knew where. "How'd you get home last night?"

I frowned to myself as I tried to remember how I got myself home and it took me a couple of minutes to recall back last night's event. Almost immediately, my cheeks were stained with red from embarrassment as the memory of what happened between Harry and I flooded my mind. I wished I had consumed more liquor so I wouldn't remember a thing this morning, but unfortunately those drinks I had weren't enough to wipe away the feel of his lips against my jaw and his tongue against the spot beneath my earlobe.

"Tee?" Louis called out my name, snapping me out of my thoughts when he snapped his fingers in front of my face.

I didn't think it was possible for my cheeks to turn redder, but they did when Louis kinked an eyebrow at me like he knew what I was thinking about. I could only silently pray that he didn't because that would be humiliating. "Right, I-uh called a cab."