*Mackenzie's P.O.V*
I woke up, with my head throbbing and my back aching, to a perfectly gloomy and overcast day. I looked around to realize that I was on my couch, not my bed. Thank god I don't have to work today! I'm a hairstylist and make-up artist, and I didn't have any clients or jobs today. I looked around to see the room completely clean, except for my stuff that was strewn all over the leather couch. I was pretty successful for only being 18, and my apartment and furniture were very expensive. I looked down to see I was still in my glitter party dress, and there was make-up all over my couch pillow. Urghhhh, why did I drink so much?! The throbbing came back, and as the sunlight peeked through the clouds into the window I quickly shut my eyes, to keep the sunlight from making everything worse. This was probably the worst hangover I've had in a while.
'Here you go,' Lizzy said quietly, popping out of nowhere. She sat two aspirin, a cup of coffee, and a pair of ray-bans. I put the glasses on, popped the two pills in my mouth and drank the coffee. I started feeling better instantly.
'Wow, thank you so much. How do you know how to do all this stuff?? Aha,' I asked her.
'I just.... learned it from growing up,' she said, adding a smile to the end. She then walked into the kitchen and started putting the dishes in the dishwasher. How is she not as hungover as I am?! She drank at least five shots of whiskey!
'Wait, how are you not hungover?' I finally asked her.
'My family is very.... country. We grew up in the south, and so I basically drank whiskey like it was milk. I've got a high alcohol tolerance level I guess,' she said, once again smiling. I turned on my laptop and got on twitter to see my timeline full of things about Niall being in the hospital. I immediately closed it back up and went upstairs to get dressed. I have to go and see him. I have to make sure he's alright, I though to myself. I went to my closet to see half of my clothes missing. That bitch! Taylor stole my fucking clothes! I screamed out my anger, and stormed downstairs to find my phone.
I dialed Taylor's number and she immediately answered, 'Well hello. Can I help you?'. I hated this innocent girl act she was pulling.
'YEAH, YOU CAN BRING BACK MY FUCKING CLOTHES!' I yelled at her through the phone. Lizzy dropped the glass plate on the floor in surprise, resulting in it shattering, sending shards of glass all over the floor.
'Yah, that's not going to happen,' Taylor's voice rang, bringing me back to the conversation.
'Um, unless you want to go to the police, you'll make sure it happens!' I yelled back through the phone, gripping so tightly my knuckles were turning white.
'Too bad I have most of the receipts to these clothes though. That might not help you prove to them that I stole the clothes,' she replied in a fake-sympathy tone. I just hung up the phone and threw it onto the ground, where Lizzy was trying to pick up glass.
'OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY!' I yelled, running over to her to make sure she didn't get hit. Today just isn't my day.
'It's alright!' she said, picking up the last, large piece of glass. 'It didn't hit me, but it hit a piece of glass that went under the fridge.' I went over to it and got onto my stomach to get it out. I waved my hand under the fridge a couple times until, SLASH! I felt a sharp object cut my hand, and I pulled my hand out in pain.
'Ow! Fuck!' I yelled, looking down at my hand to see blood already dripping from it.
'Oh my god, are you okay?!' Lizzy asked, gently grabbing my hand. 'Hold on, I'll be back!' She ran to the main bathroom and started rummaging through some things. I grasped onto my hand that was now pulsating in pain. She ran out of the main bathroom and ran upstairs.
