Just Can't Let Her Go

Ashy Washy

Izzy

My head was spinning and If I had any power in me right now I would have strangled Ashley for bringing me here. What the fuck were we doing in a place with bright lights that shone in my eyes to the point they hurt? Where the fuck are we?

"Ashy Washy," I groaned and an audible giggle escaped my lips.

I felt like punching a wall and throwing flowers at homeless people.. I am way too drunk.

And speaking of way, Niall looks way too hot in that white shirt and grey skinnies.

Hubba Hubba, wouldn't mind waking up to those on the floor.

"No Niall! I do not want to hear his apologies!"

"Hey I'm here you know."

"Ashley look he's not that bad and-"

"I don't care he punched my best friend!"

I heard and the rest was a blur. Who was here besides Ashley? Were they talking to me?

Another giggle escaped my lips and I could feel eyes on me as I slipped away in my dreams of pooping unicorns and angels.

****

"Ugh you're so heavy," I heard and it was followed by a string of groans, grunts and profanities before I felt a soft surface underneath me.

My eyes squeezed open just a bit and was met by a girl's butt and blonde hair.

"Turn off the lights!"

I croaked.

The room turned dark and my headache somewhat decreased. But no, Ashley just had to open up her mouth.

"Can you believe it?!" she started.

"I can't believe Niall tricked me into facing Zayn! 'Its alright Ashley, he says sorry blah blah blah!'," she continued and I felt a bile rise up my throat.

"And you know what shocked me most? Zayn-"

"Hold that thought," I cut her off and dashed to the washroom.

I sat on my knees, puking out all that's in my stomach into the bowl.

Ashley held my hair back and pinched her nose, looking anywhere but me.

I stood up and weakly walked over to the sink, rinsing my mouth and brushing my teeth.

Ignoring Ashley's blabbering, I fell into bad not caring what position I was in or what I was wearing. I most probably ripped the poor dress already.

At least I brushed my teeth.

Morning came too soon, bringing a throbbing pain in my head and a never ending scolding from Ashley.

Turned out I was the one who actually got up too early. The throbbing wouldn't stop so I thought why not surprise the sir and myself by going to school early.

So here we were, in an empty Drama Class, sitting on the carpet while Ashley poured some water to go with my advil. Okay so maybe I was laying down.

She put the glass down and I flinched at how 'loudly' she 'slammed' it next to my face.

Groaning, I slowly got up and tossed the advil in my mouth, throwing my head back while drinking the water.

"Thanks," I whispered and l laid down in my previous position.

She sighed.

"Is your headache somewhat better? I told you getting drunk on a school night is not a good idea."