Collision || Luke Hemmings

when is he coming

"Ugh." I groaned loudly as I rolled over, shoving my face into my pillow to try and block out the light. My head was pounding terribly and I had this sick feeling that I was going to be sick. Scratch that, I knew I was going to be sick. I rolled back over, jumping out of my bed and tried to get to the bathroom as fast as I possibly could. I had just barely made it, dropping to my knees harshly- and no doubt leaving bruises, before I was emptying anything and everything in my stomach.

I was heaving over and over again, my body flinching as a cool hand landed on the back of my neck. I coughed roughly, my throat sore already from puking, before spitting out and trying to rid my mouth of the taste. I hesitantly turned to look behind me, Ashton giving me a sheepish smile as he held my hair back with one hand and left the other one on the back of my neck.

"Good morning." He said cheekily, biting his cheek to try and prevent his smile from growing any wider.

"Oh get fucked."

"I did." He said, sending me a wink before Sara was joining us in the small bathroom.

"Gross." I spit, laughing despite my stoic expression. "And this is why I don't ever drink with you, Mister, it never ends well." I groaned, resting my forehead against the cool toilet bowl.

"Hey, it's not our fault your so bad at uno."

"It's a game of luck!" I tried defending myself even though I knew it was useless. "Too many shots, never again."

"At least you don't work today." Sara offered, a slight chuckle pushing through my lips. "Maybe if you're feeling better later we can go shopping?"

"Ashton wants to go shopping?" I asked skeptically, peaking back over at the two of them. I watched as Ashton switched his weight awkwardly between his feet.

"I-uh... I actually have a meeting today." He mumbled, raising his hand to rub at the back of his neck- one of his anxious ticks. I squinted at the both of them, ignoring the turning of my stomach as he now refused to meet my gaze.

"Oh?" I said, closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths to try and prevent myself from puking again. It didn't work.

I heard Ashton chuckling over the sound of my emptying guts, and for some the reason the sound made me feel even more sick. I felt like I was forgetting something, the way he laughed hesitantly at me puking my guts out as opposed to that loud Ashton chuckle I had come to know. I had gotten to know him really well over the past few years and I knew there was something he wasn't telling me.

"Finish puking and shower so we can go out to get some food, yeah?" Sara said, her hand patting my back gently before they were both retreating from the bathroom and shutting the door behind them. I wanted to ask if they purposely got me this drunk or if was really just happenstance, but I figured I'd let it slide... for now.

I waited a solid ten minutes before even attempting to stand up, and even then I stood so slowly in fears that I would just instantly have to vomit again. Once I finally was up and off the ground I gripped onto the sink, closing my eyes and forcing myself to take a few deep breaths. When I looked at myself in the mirror I groaned loudly- the bags under my eyes even worse than they were the day before. I wasn't sure why they were so bad, I had been sleeping a lot- or attempting to sleep a lot, but they just seemed to get worse. I wondered if I was actually getting sick.

I sucked in another deep breath before turning around and turning on the shower. My stomach twisted for a few moments, my body immediately hunching over. I held my breath for a few moments, my hand clutching my stomach in hopes that I wouldn't throw up again. A few minutes passed before the feeling disappeared, my heart pounding from holding my breath so long.