Breaking Free • TFC 2.0 • l.t. au

Chapter Thirty Six

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Chapter Thirty Six

I roll around the bed with a massive headache. I hold my head and groan. It's throbbing. I shouldn't have drank so much last night. Even my stomach's acting up. Too much acid, I guess.

There was a knock on the door before it swung open. I remember mum calling Louis last night and when he drove us home but after that, I guess I just fell asleep. But it wasn't him who entered, luckily. I don't know how to face him yet. Instead, the person who walked right in was Milly.

She smiled at me as she sat on the bed. "Is he here?" My voice sounded more afraid than I thought. She smiled again, a weaker one this time, and held my hand.

"He had to go to Wembley. He said he'll be back in the afternoon and that I have to look after you. You looked really awful last night. How's your wrist, by the way? He instructed me to give you some pain killers after lunch." She says. I hold my wrist but it's not as painful as it was last night. I shake my head.

"It's not that bad anymore." I murmur. I feel the bile rising in my throat again. I wrap my other hand around my throat but it just got worse. "I shouldn't have drank so much" I say then covering my mouth. I hear Milly scoff and when I turn to her, she's already rolling her eyes.

"I second to that... You should freshen up. I'm taking you out."

I raise my eyebrows at her. "Where?" I ask her.

"Just out. You don't want to stay here forever do you?" She asks. When I didn't answer she groans in annoyance. "You look horrible, not going to lie. You need a breather." She says before dramatically slamming the door. I chuckle and got on my feet to head for the bathroom. Louis must've changed me out of my dress last night because I'm now wearing shorts and a sweater.

My image in the mirror is frightening. I have dark bags under my eyes and my complexion can be mistaken for a ghost. Taking my clothes off is a struggle, having to only use one hand. Showering was more difficult when I have to be extra careful not to get my injured hand wet.

I change into a pair of crop jeans and a grey shirt with a faded rose print. I put on my white oxfords. I checked my face once again in the mirror and sulk when I notice the bags are very noticeable. Having to put make up is what I hate most. Especially for two days straight.

I applied a thin layer of foundation but a large amount of concealer. I had to apply some eyeshadow, blush and gloss on to bring color to my face. I grab my cardigan from the hook on the door and meet Milly in the living room.

"What is that horrible smell!" I say as I enter the kitchen. I lift the cover of the bin only to find it completely full. I groan and tie the top into a knot.

"God, I have that same problem at home with Harry." she complains, covering her nose.

I didn't know they live together now. Anyway, I brush that thought out of my mind for now and I had to dig some details out later. I lock the front door when we got out then toss the garbage bag in the large bin.

I fell asleep during the drive because of my massive headache. The throbbing made me nauseous that I had to fall asleep. When I woke up, we were already near a park in the center London area. There's a small café infront where I assume we'll have our breakfast.

The bells chimed when we got in. The smell of coffee fill my nostrils as we sat by a booth. The constant churn of my stomach tells me I'm not ready to consume any solid yet.

"Can you get me hot chocolate, please?" I ask her. She gives me a weird look but doesn't say anything. I want to bang my head on a wall! Hang overs are the worst parts of drinking, I swear. Milly put the hot chocolate in front of me and the smells makes me melt.