Forever And Ever.

30

I laid and stared at the ceiling, I felt like the room was spinning around and around or that I was floating about in a pool of water, Either way I hated the feeling. I also felt like my life was dramatically falling apart but that was probably the fact that I was still half drunk and half hungover. Noel had gone downstairs for something so I had just been left to lay here on my back, with my arms stretched out to my sides and my legs together like in T position, staring at the ceiling. The royal blue silk sheets of the bed had been washed with some flowery smelling detergent and now smelled like the sweets Parma Violets, which are absolutely vile. They smell nice though.
"We wish yer a merry christmas, we wish yer a merry christmas, we wish yer a merry christmas and a happy new year, come on, Honey" liam says, barging into the room, overjoyed at the fact that its apparently christmas.

"Already?" I ask. He was wearing one of those paper crowns you get in a christmas cracker, a pink one, already, even though it was morning.

"Yeah, we all thought we'd surprise yer like. I got the honour of telling you, christmas dinner is over here this year. the whole lot is coming in" he looks at his watch "about an hour and a half".

"Mate I havent even recovered from last night" I reply. Noel and I had gone out for dinner for christmas eve. Somehow the hangover after three glasses of red is worse than the one after that housewarming party a week ago.

"Come on, up yer get" he chuckles and grabs my hand, pulling me up so that he is less than an inch away from me, by accident of course, I dont think he meant to pull me that close at least. Maybe he pulled harder because he thought I was heavier than I was. I could feel his breath on my face, warm. He looked at me almost lustfully. I swear for a second both of us leaned in then stopped ourselves. Hes about to have a baby, I'm married to his brother. Just no, not again.
"Yer look gorgeous even when you're hungover" he smiles as I pull off my pjamas and throw on the dress I had put out the night before, it was black with a white collar, I wore shiny black mary-janes with it and knee high white socks. Alot like Liam's mate Courtney in her promo shoots in 1994 really, we had the same kinda style. I sat down to put my makeup on and brush my hair as I had curled it the night before anyway, it had grown into a bob now, hlafway down my neck. I didnt really care about getting dressed infront of Liam, he'd seen it all before anyway.

"So go on then" I smile, as I put on my foundation at the white vanity table "who's coming?".

"Well, its a long one, bare with us;
Violet, Paul, Lyla, yer daughter, Sunny, Alice, my mam, yer mam and yer step-dad Alan. I think thats all of them" he replies.

"Blimey, that is alot" I chuckle. Liam was sat on another stool next to me, watching me in the mirror. He pulls out a bag of mysterious white powder (Well it wasnt exactly mysterious, everyone and their mother knew it was coke) and pours some out onto the table, forming it into neat little lines with his Amex, then rolling the first note out his pocket (which just hapoened to be a fifty). He grins at me.

"This'll cure yer hangover, for sure" he smiles "want a bit?".

"Is that a good idea?" I ask.

"Well think about it. Yer got nothin to lose because yer daughter aint yer fuckin' daughter no more and yer got this big fuck off house. Plus noel's doing it so why the fuck cant you?".

"Noel's said he wasnt doi-".

"Yeah, yer gotta learn he lies" he cuts me off "instead of making a drama an' ruining yer marriage again, how 'bout yer just... do a couple lines, loosen up, have a merry christmas and party with the fuckin' king?".

I hate peer pressure, but he had a point. I took the 50 off him and did all three of the lines he had made. Then wiped the access off my nose. "OH FUCK" i shouted as it hit my system "thats good shit".