Your point of view
"Damn it this is why I don't want you to get so close with alcohol" Ariana groaned while holding my hair as I continue throwing up on her floor.
"I ain't cleaning your shit y/n just telling you" another heavy exhausted breath leave her mouth.
I cough before wiping my mouth and sitting back in the bed.
"Eww gross" my best friend rolled her eyes before grabbing the glass of water then handing it to me. "Sorry Ari" I mumble then drink up the water.
My head is spinning I just drank three whole bottle of liquor last night no wonder why I get this such feeling in my stomach.
I placed the glass back in the nightstand before taking a lay on the bed again.
"What the hell y/n? Who do you expect to clean your shit?" Ariana groaned while pushing me off, "come on Ariana I'm not feeling wellll" I whined, I've just had the most ugliest and awful feeling inside my stomach.
"It's not my fault you drink all that alcohol y/f/n the last time I check you're the one who insist to drink for fucks sake" she buried her face into her palms I laugh while patting her back.
"I know my child but you said you'll take responsibility of me while I'm still going through my hard time right?" Her eyes widened while looking at me ridiculously.
"When the fuck I said that?" She asked while trying to recall.
"Yesterday night"
"No I didn't!"
I smirk and pick up my phone.
"Proof" i mumble before playing a recording.
"Don't worry y/n since I'm your bestest friend I will take responsibility of you till you're finally not feeling that pain anymooore alright!"
"What the hell? I was drunk that time can't you hear i was slurring?" She rolled her eyes then cross her arms.
I chuckled "that doesn't make any difference the point is you said it wether you're drunk or nah your words are valid" I smile at her before closing my eyes.
I heard her sigh
"I swear to God after you passed through this pain I'm quitting as your best friend".
I laugh and opened my eyes feeling that she stand up.
"Where are you going?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Oh I'm just gonna get the mop and clean your shit your majesty now if you'll excuse me" she said then bow before rolling her eyes at me then walk away.
I breath deeply and tried to close my eyes.
But Everytime I do.
I see her and it's killing me.
My phone soon vibrate so I pick it up to check who texted me.
Mom💗: y/n dear where are you I'm so worried already
I sigh as much as I want to go home I don't know how.
Or maybe I just don't want to.
I'm scared either because of him or because telling her what happened to me and Lauren.
"By the way Y/n where are you planning to go home? Aunt texted me last night and she's really worried about you, you know you still need to get home and talk to her right? You can't hide forever tho" Ariana said while holding a mop.
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Dealing with the devil (Lauren/you)
Fanfiction"she's evil she's wicked but I'm hers" Lauren/you