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Take 23 - Diana - Part 2

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When Diana looked up at me again, her eyes were filled with tears. Her make-up looked even worse, and I swallowed, hoping that I wouldn’t gag. I’d always been the kind of person that would vomit if I saw other doing it, which meant that, right now, was a test of my own strength.

“Is it all out?” I asked carefully. Her hair was still in my hand, and I leaned against the doorframe, trying to get a breath of fresh air by sticking my head into the bedroom.

She nodded, and reached out for the toilet paper to blow her nose. I released her hair and walked over to open the window. Sweet mother of joy, that helped.

“I think you need to take a shower first. Then I’ll call for some breakfast. Okay?” I turned around to face her, noticing how she was standing there like a lost child.

I received the faintest of nods, and she began to undress. Taking that as my cue to leave, I almost bolted out of the bathroom, heading towards the phone.

Staring at the device, I found myself at a loss for words. What should I order? Whenever Jackie had a hangover in the past, she would demand to get McDonald’s food. Apparently, the excess of salt and grease helped the body kick the remnants of the alcohol.

I’d always found it to be weird to eat a cheeseburger for breakfast, but who was I to judge? Although, my stomach growled just as I thought about it.

The phone was one of the variants with a curled wire and ginormous buttons. It reminded me of the phone my parents used back when I was little. There was nothing better than to lie on your stomach, talking to a friend while curling your fingers into the cord.

As I tried to shake the nostalgia, I decided to pick up the phone. Immediately, a female voice asked what I needed.

“Yes. Hello,” I said. “I would like some breakfast prepared. I’ll be down to fetch it in a moment.”

“Yes,” she said. “What would you like to eat?”

“Uhm…” I tried to think. “It’s for two people. And, one of us is terribly hung-over. I don’t know what you’d suggest for that.”

The woman laughed shortly. “Don’t worry. I know exactly what you guys need. It’ll be ready in ten minutes. We can send it up if you’d like.”

I shook my head, and then realized she couldn’t see me. “No, it’s fine. I could use the air. I’ll be down soon.”

She said goodbye, and then we hung up. I sat back on the bed and listened to the sound of the water from the bedroom.

“Diana,” I called. “I’m going to leave in a moment to get the breakfast, but I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” came the reply.

I bounced off the bed and hurried out of the room. Lucky for me, the beach house was relatively easy to figure out, and I located the kitchen quickly. It was a nice little place, with only a few chefs around.

“Breakfast for two?” one of them said.

I turned to him with a smile and nodded. “Yes, that’s me.”

He smiled back and threw some eggs on a plate. I looked at the tray beside him and almost gawked at the massive amount of food. It looked delicious, and my stomach growled at the sight.

“Here you go,” he said as he placed a pitcher of orange juice on the tray. “Do you think you can carry it?”

I scoffed. “I’m stronger than I look.”

He laughed and gestured for me to take it. With pride, I reached for it, lifting it up with both hands. It wasn’t that heavy, but I would need to hold it steady to avoid dropping it.

I carried it out, using my shoulder to shove the door open. Carefully, I took the stairs one step at a time.

“Do you need some help with that?”

The voice took me by surprise, and I almost dropped the tray. Looking up, I saw Harry at the top of the stairs. He was standing with his hands in the pockets of his shorts, a skewed smile on his lips.

“I think I got it,” I said, taking another step.

For some reason, his presence made me nervous, and I almost lost my hold on the tray. Harry reached out to catch it, and I released it to let him carry it.

“Hungry?” he asked as he looked over the contents.

I laughed. “It’s not all for me. Diana is in her room with a major hangover. Figured I’d take it to her.”

“That’s nice.” He walked up the stairs with the tray. “Show the way then.”

Smiling, I walked past him and led him down the hall to Diana’s room. I turned to him and reached for the tray. “She’s in the shower, so I better take it in.”

“Okay,” he handed the tray to me, but before I took it. I stood on my toes and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thanks,” I said, feeling a little shy.

“You’re welcome.” He grinned.

I didn’t want to say goodbye, but I had a sick Diana inside the room. With one last look at him, I went inside and placed the tray on the small bed table. Just seconds after, Diana walked out of the bathroom. She had a towel draped around her body and another towel for her hair.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” she said. “I really can’t handle my liquor.”

“No worries. I’ll live.” I gestured to the food. “I brought some breakfast.”

Diana cringed. “I don’t think I can eat anything.”

“They assured me it would help with the hangover.” I shrugged. “I’m going to eat, though. You can join if you want.”

I sat down on the bed, patting the spot next to me. Diana cocked and eyebrow, but turned to get dressed. With her back turned, she said, “I like that top on you.”

It surprised me that during the trip downstairs, I hadn’t considered my revealing clothes one time. I wondered if Harry had noticed, and then remembered he’d seen me from the top of the stairs.

Yeah… He undoubtedly had seen it.

I took the tray and looked over the food. It seemed to be a mini buffet, with various sausages, bread, eggs and basically anything my heart could desire.

 Diana sat down next to me, staring at the small plates. “That actually looks pretty good.”

I pushed the tray over, and together we began to eat.

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