Master Tomlinson

14-Hangover

         Incoherent mumbles could be heard from across where I was laying, but I couldn't make out who it was. I attempted to open my eyes, but instantly there was a sharp pain shooting across my forehead, around my temples. It was still dark wherever I laid, and the room was cool and smelled familiar but there was an extremely overwhelming smell of floor cleaner present that made me feel queasy. Groans escaped my lips as I attempted to look around the room, and I soon came to realize that I was in Louis' bed, with only my suit pants on. Confused, I attempted to call out to the voices but my throat was so hoarse that it was useless. I investigated the night stand for the lamp, turning it on once I found it. Sat beside the lamp was two small pills and a large glass of water. Once I set my gaze on the water, I had a small flashback to the previous night. All I could remember was throwing water on Charlie and exchanging words with him, and then seeing Louis but not remembering much about what we said, and then it's blank from there. I made a mental note to ask someone what happened, and gulped down the water and the pills. I'm assuming these are to help with the headache, and it's from this moment on that I do not ever want to drink again at least for another month or two.
The heavy blankets were thrown aside slowly as I cautiously peeled myself from his comfortable  bed and began to walk towards the door. There was light peeking in from the door which was ajar, and once I opened it more I felt more sharp pains shooting across my brain. "Fuck.." I cussed silently, shielding myself from the invading natural light of the hallway. After a few more moments, I was able to squint and look around. Nobody was around, so I crept to my room like a mouse trying to steal food from the cabinets. Luke was out doing chores--  I had assumed that anyway--so I wouldn't be subject to his questions for another few minutes at least. I grabbed new clothing and headed towards the lavatory.

As I let the shower water run down my naked body, my brain  worked hard to remember what had taken place after the second drink I had. My mouth tasted sour and every time I opened it I was reminded not to talk to anyone until I brushed my teeth. My stomach ache increased with each minute passing, and I felt a familiar feeling creeping up on my throat. Instinctively, I ran out of the shower and emptied the contents of my stomach; which was nothing; into the toilet.  It was extremely painful. I reached to flush the toilet and held my head for a few seconds, before wiping the tears in my eyes and attempting to pull my wet body off of the floor. I washed off once more before turning the water off, a towel being fastened around my waist after I was sufficiently dry. I'm definitely never drinking again, I thought to myself. Not only was my head pounding again, my stomach was screaming at me for food, water--anything, and my throat was burning and tasted sour. Once I took care of my teeth, I pulled the clothing on and decided I had no choice but to go to the kitchen and face whoever would be there. I was too embarrassed to face Louis or Luke, so I hoped they wouldn't be there. I didn't think to look at the time, but hopefully it was passed breakfast time.

I crept down the stairs slowly, at this time the boys who were cleaning the foyer where the party had taken place were busy washing spilled drinks off of the ground and throwing cups into bins for the person washing dishes. I managed to sneak by unnoticed and ducked into the kitchen, taking a breath in to attempt to calm down. I began feeling light headed and rubbed at my eyes before peering around the kitchen. To my benefit, Alexander and Zayden were the only ones in there. I hadn't really spoke to them much so they didn't say anything to me, but laughed at my condition.

"There's some eggs and bacon leftover from breakfast over there, Harry." Zayden informed with a small smile, his long fingers pointing to a plate on the table that hadn't been cleaned up yet. I swallowed to wet my throat so I could thank him, and peeked around once more before I went to sit at the table. The food was cold, but it felt nice to finally get something other than water in my stomach. Hopefully I can keep it down.
"Did you have fun last night?" Alexander questioned, his body taking the seat beside me. I looked over at him and noticed that he looked pale, and his eyes had bags underneath them from exhaustion. He smelled faintly of liquor, which made me feel a bit ill, but I managed to keep it at bay. Licking my lips, I gave a small weak shrug and shook my head. "I only remember the first half of it," I admitted, my voice raspy and weak from the trauma it suffered ten minutes ago. I heard the pair laugh at my confession, and I was now staring at my hands in embarrassment. I noticed something lodged between my fingernail and began to look at it closer. It was hair.
In disgust, I removed it from my fingernail and furrowed my brows in confusion. It was a decent sized chunk of hair. Alexander had been watching my movements and was also now confused, "Is that someones hair?" he asked in slight distaste. I was in the same confused, disgusted boat as he was, and now I was starting to panic. "I-.. I don't know what the hell is going on," my voice shook with panic, my eyes wide as I got up to throw it away, "I need to find somebody who knows." And with that, I left the two confused, yet amused older boys alone in the kitchen and stumbled towards the stairs.
Just as I made it half way, I heard the high pitched voice of the person I did not want to talk to in that moment call to me from the bottom of the staircase. It was Charlie.
"Harry," Charlie called in a softer voice than usual, "c-can I...talk to you?" I could hear a bit of panic in his voice, which baffled me. Normally he just demands things instead of asking. Weird things are going on.