Imagine mornings with Johnny

Friday

All you feel is your whole body aching. The pain concentrated around your head, constant and sore. You barely crack open your eyes before shrinking away from the sunlight that's poking through the curtains. A hang over. And a bad one. The night before is completely a blur, a mix of cigarette smoke, the burning taste of alcohol and the loud drum of thumping music. You let out a small groan as you attempt to open your eyes again, this time successful, you squint up at the ceiling.
"I honestly thought you weren't going to wake up," You turn your head closing one eye and forcing the other open wider. Johnny is sat at the end of the bed lacing up a thick pair of black boots. "I wish I hadn't." You reply dropping your head back on the pillow, instantly regretting it and letting out another groan. He chuckles gently and stands up.
"Last night was," he pauses for a moment, trying to collect his words, "eventful."
"I don't remember a thing." You say simply, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to sink deeper into the bed.
"Not one thing hey?" He sits back down, this time closer to the head of the bed.
"Not how you nearly drank half a bottle of vodka?" He looks at you pointedly, "or how you threw up on Paris Hilton? How you blacked out in the cab home and I had to carry you down the street, up the stairs and into bed?"
You lift your head and stare at him with a look of horror on your face.
"I threw up on Paris Hilton?!"

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Idk what this is sorry it's so bad :/
Do people actually read these? If so does anyone have any requests? :)
I hope you enjoyed this, it wasn't as cute as some of the others but I just wanted to do a funny one.