Road Trip // c.h.

Hangovers And Hickeys

Thank you guys for all the support! 700+ reads is insane! I'm honestly so shocked! Okay, well hope you enjoy this little filler chapter - Jess (:

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Teagan's POV:

I wake to a slight headache the next morning, the three cups of beer I'd had were enough to create a dull ache in my temples. I slide out of bed, a warm afternoon beam of sunlight falling on my bare thighs, covered by only a large t-shirt I'd stolen from Luke. I check the time on my phone, and find it to be 12:30 pm.

I'd bought a charger for my phone after we started our trip, but I still hadn't worked up the courage to call my mom, and she was obviously busy so she hadn't called either.

I check the bunks and find Luke sprawled across his, and Calum exactly as I left him. Confused as to why Ashton and Michael aren't in their bunks, I slip out of the curtained part of the bus to find Ashton in nothing but his boxers sprawled across the couch, limbs tangled around a sheet, hair askew and in his eyes, a puddle of drool forming on the cushions. Michael is curled up in the front seat, a sleeping bag tossed around his shoulders.

"Attractive," I whisper sarcastically, snapping a picture and typing away rapidly at my phone, tweeting the picture. I only had a few hundred followers so I never expected favorites or retweets, but it was a fun way to document my experiences.

"Oh man, my head hurts," I hear Luke groan from behind me. He shuffles out from the bedroom, his messy hair sticking up like tufts of grass; unruly and unmanageable. I tug at the hem of the large t-shirt I'm wearing, wishing I'd worn pants.

His eyes catch my bare thighs and a red blush creeps up his neck as he averts his gaze.

"Is that my shirt?" Luke smirks, scrubbing his hair with his hand, gesturing in my direction with the other.

"Is that a hickey?" I counter, attempting to change the subject, my eyes wide as they catch the nasty purple bruise on his neck.

"What no?" He groans, shuffling towards the windows and drawing the curtains closed. "I drank my body weight and then some. At least I think I did, but that is no hickey."

"Luke Hemmings, that is so a hickey, and you know it!" I laugh as he turns a bright shade of red.

"Aw fuck off and get me some Advil," he scowls, sitting down on the beanbag.

"What happened? She ditch you for someone else?"

"Yeah actually. How'd you know that?" He asks inquisitively, sitting up quickly before moaning and holding his head in his hands. "My head hurts Teag, run off and get me Advil please."

"Fine. Money first," I say teasingly, putting my hands on my hips. I glance over at Ashton. Yep, still knocked out cold.

"Just a minute," he stands up slowly. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he shuffles back to his bunk and returns with a 20 dollar bill.

"Get some extras for the boys. And Teagan?" He stops me as I slide past him, his hand around my bicep. "Don't let the boys know I sent you alone okay? Ashton wasn't even sure we should've taken you to the club."

"I'm not a 5 year old Luke, I can handle myself," I assure him, yanking my arm from his grasp. "I won't tell Ashton you let me go, just don't treat me like I'm helpless anymore please?"

"Fine, sorry. It's just us trying to help you," he shrugs, a sad smile playing over his features as he lets me pass.

I move to the back of the bus, realizing as I busy myself getting ready. I pull on my sweats, throwing my hair in to a quick bun and I put my phone and Luke's money in my pocket. I slip on my Vans and step out of the bus, the bright sunshine a a stark contrast to yesterday's gloomy weather. The sun bounces off the puddles and birds chirp loudly as I make my way down the road. I finally find a gas station and push my way through the glass doors, the bell over the door alerting the clerk of my presence.