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C H A P T E R E I G H T E E N

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olivia's point of view

I woke up with a pounding headache. It was the worst thing I had ever experienced and I am definitely sure that last night wasn't the most I have ever drank in one sitting.

I rolled over and laid my chin on Roger's slowly rising and falling chest. He looked so messed up from last night, but nonetheless, so beautiful. His hair was all over the place and the slightly dark bags that were developing under his eyes were so adorable. I knew he would be sleeping in today.

And I would not. I soon came to the realisation that my legs were walking my body to the bathroom where I soon found my knees on the cold tiles as I hurled into the bowl. It was feral to say the least, and it looked like I was dealing with this hangover by myself (which I didn't mind considering my poor Roger needed some rest) this morning. Or whatever time it is.

After some consistent leaning over the bowl, I wiped my mouth, flushed the toilet and washed my hands. Walking straight was something I was currently trying to overcome, but I was clearly rough.

I carefully made my way out to the kitchen and opened the fridge, the slight glimpse of food I had making my stomach turn, so I settled for a glass of water. I had nothing to do today, except recover.

That was a lie. I had a few things to do today other than recover. I decided a bit later in the day I would call the doctors practice to see if my regular doctor would be there tomorrow morning so I could go for a visit to request for birth control plans and medications. So today, I decided to write my period cycles and all the products I had tried to deal with my acne.

I made myself a tea after establishing today's events for the day in my head.

After making the tea, I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and began writing the things I was supposed to write. I wanted to do this before Roger woke up because I knew it wasn't his favourite thing to talk about, yet I hated talking about my acne. It was something I got extremely self conscious about and we never knew what emotions the day held when we talked about that, and I didn't feel like finding out today in the midst of my hangover.

After what felt like forever, I had a full page of information that I would give to my doctor tomorrow so they knew my symptoms and what not and would give me the right medication.

I stood up and put my dirty mug in the sink and turned around to put the kettle on to make another one since I was going to need plenty considering thats the only source of energy I could possibly keep down in my stomach.

I looked up at the clock, and it read 12:34. This was quite late for Roger, but I had never experienced him after a hangover like the one I knew he'd have after last nights turn of events. I decided to make him up a tea and take it in to him to see if the smell would wake him up, because I was getting quite bored.

After making my second and Roger's first tea, I took both mugs into Roger's (our) room and put on on his bedside table while I sat on my side of the bed, sipping slowly at mine. Roger was sprawled all across the bed and was being very restless in his sleep, so I decided to sit on the floor, not wanting my scolding hot tea to spill and go on either of us as I didn't want to make another trip to the dreaded hospital anytime soon.

My plan was unsuccessful so I returned to the kitchen with pen and paper in my hand and began to write my availabilities for work for the next month. I didn't know Roger and the band's recording studio dates as of yet so I held back on most days and only cancelled shifts next to my name in which I knew I wouldn't be attending.