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Chapter 18: Hangovers

Saturday.

The fresh light seeping through the window woke me up and I let out a tiresome groan as I roll over to avoid the burning light.

For a brief moment my eyes flutter open and I notice that the pillows are a light shade of baby blue, my pillows are a cream colour.

What the hell!

I sat up and soaked in my surroundings. The walls were draped with a crimson colour that gave it a cozy feeling, there was a flatscreen tv parallel to the bed and fireplace underneath it, a window was to my left and there were two doors on the right wall.

I look under the sheets and was relieved to see that I was still wearing my dress.

I clamber of the king sized bed and make my way to the window, I had to squint my eyes at the bright light but when they eventually focused I saw that the room over looked a garden with a large pond in the foreground and an army of trees behind it.

Where is this garden? Who does this garden belong to?

I change my focus to the doors and hope that one of them lead to a bathroom. I was thankful when I opened the one nearest the bed and was presented with a bathroom.

It was simple but also looked luxurious at the same time. The white tiles on the wall made my eyes hurt but that didn't stop me from looking at every detail with awe. I look around slowly but stop when I caught myself in the mirror, it looked like I had wrestled with a bush and the bush won.
My hair looked like one big birds nest and mascara covered my cheeks making the bags under my eyes look more prominent. Great. Breathe.

Breathe? That reminded me I needed my pills but I'm not at my house. Shit.

Deciding to just take my pills later I eye the nearly folded towel on the side, the shower and then my reflection and then repeated.

I took of my crinkled dress and take one last look at my roughish reflection before jumping in the shower. It took me a while to figure out the controls of the shower but finally relaxed under the warm water as I felt my tense muscles loosen.

As I get out the cold air nipped my skin and my body immediately missed the warmth of the shower. I grabbed the soft cotton of the shower and wrapped it around me. I remember seeing a chest of draws in the room so I head back there. I opened the first draw to be met with emptiness. Shit.

I open the second draw and the third but nothing was all I was met with.

Just then a soft mock goes at the door and I froze. Who was it?

"Who is it?"

"Santa clause"

I immediately release the breath I was anxiously holding in. There was only one person I knew with such a strong American accent "Mason?"

I swing the door open and to no surprise see Mason on the other end. He looks caught off guard and I match his shocked expression with a confused one but suddenly felt uncomfortable when I remembered I was standing there in nothing but a towel, I cover myself with my hand as if that helps- the damage has already been done.

I let out a nervous grumble which caught his attention and he forced his gaze of my body and to my eyes with a wide grin. Asshole.

"Do you have clothes?" I ask suddenly feeling shy under his gaze.

"Yea I have clothes I don't walk around naked" He chuckles with a mischievous grin.

"You know what I mean smartass"

"Ok ok I'll be back with a T-shirt and boxers" He grins.

"And hopefully a cup of tea" I say hoping it would help with my hangover.

"Tea?" Mason raises an eyebrow "I don't know how to make tea, remember princess I'm American" He says walking down the hall.

"Great" I mumble.

A few minutes later a nock goes at the door and I open it up for Mason "Here" He hands me boxers and a 'panic at the disco' top.

I look at Mason bluntly and he just rocks on his feet "Um, Mase?"

"Yh" He says casually.

"Can you maybe turn around?" I say suddenly feeling shy.

His eyes go wide in realisation "Oh right yeah" He turns around and stares at the wall as I change. He probably isn't used to having girls reject him watching them change.

The top looked oversized on me and I could honestly pull it off as a dress, I let out a small grumble to alert Mason that I was ready.

He turns around and immediately grins "You look good in my clothes" He scans my appearance and I roll my eyes.

"So" I began "One: where am I? And two: What happened last night?" I bombard with messages.

He sits on the bed and pats the spot next to him "This is my house and this is the guest room" He answer "And what happened last night?" He lets out a nervous laugh whilst repeating my question.

"Well go on" I urge when he doesn't continue.

"You got super drunk and ended up bent over a toilet in the bathroom" He scratches the back of his neck as I sit frozen.

I was drunk? What the hell did I do? I face palmed but hiding my ashamed face still didn't help the shortage of breath I was drawing out.

"Don't worry you didn't do anything stupid, at least not at the party"

Ok so left the place with my dignity still intact. But that still doesn't calm my head or my nerves.

"At least not at the party?" I asked looking up at him.

"Yea you couldn't wait to get on top of me last night" He lets out a soft chuckle.

"Oh fuck" I moan, breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

He lets out another laugh "Don't worry I'm joking, it was just your legs on top of me"

"Like that makes it any better" I gasp. My pride is officially over.

"Again joking" He lets out a deep chuckle "You didn't do anything stupid, just ranted about how you couldn't wait for school to be over and then immediately fell asleep"

Phew.

I control my breathing as Mason digs something out of his black denim jeans "Here" He says handing me my phone "Thought I might keep hold of it for you"

"Thanks" I grumble and unlock it to see I had miss calls from all my friends and by the looks of it the group chat had gone wild, I'll deal with that later but for now I needed to do something about the ongoing flaring pain in my head "Got anything for hangovers?" I groan as I look at Mason.

His smile breaks to a grin "Follow me"

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Hi guys!

So nothing major happened in this chapter. This was actually attached to the previous chapter but then I notice it was to long so I decided to make it a separate chapter.

All I'm gonna say about next chapter is football and mysterious figures.

So like always thank you and I can't wait to write the next chapter.

Bye!