Calum having a boxing day party ment 4 drunken man-children, it also ment Michael having the biggest hangover the next morning.
You feel Michael stir in the bed beside you, you had been the responsible one and hadn't gotten too drunk where as Michael had drank enough for the two of you. 'ugh' you hear him mumble, you look t him from your phone to see him still asleep, knowing that when he woke up there was a chance of him being sick you got out of bed to get a bucet from the kitchen along with water and painkillers. You got back into bed, Michael still asleep but stiring. Your phone lights up on the table beside you showing that Luke was calling, you answer the phone to Luke whispering, 'why are we whispering?' you ask, 'I have a hangover and Ashton is still asleep' he tells you, Luke had gone around to Ashtons after the party as his house was a walkable distance from Calum's, unlike Luke's house. 'Have you heard from Cal?' you ask him, Calum had gotten the most drunk and was falling into or over everything, including the floor itself. 'No, im guessing he's dying. Hows Mike?' he asks, you look over to Michael who is spread out, the sheet only half covering him. 'Still asleep but groaning. What about Ash?' you ask, partly hearing Ashton groan in the background. 'Just woken up. You need to see this..' he tells you and with that he hangs up, only for him to by Skypeing you seconds later.
'Hi' you wave when Luke's face pops up on the screen with his messy bed hair, 'right, look' he tells you before turning the laptop to show Ashton wandering around in boxers with his hair everywhere and rubbing his eyes. 'Hey Ash' you laugh as he sleeply half waves at you. You suddenly feel the bed move behind you and turn around to see Michael sitting up. 'Gotta go, have you seen this mess' you laugh showing Michael on the screen before ending the call and closing the laptop.
'Hey bub' you laugh at Michael who is looking very disorentated. 'hmm, hi' he mumbles. 'What's wrong?' you ask, knowing whats wrong already. 'why am i in Calum's tshirt and my boxers?' he asks, taking note of what he's wearing. 'I don't even know the answer to that one' you laugh as he lays back down. 'My head hurts' he moans covering his face with the pillow, 'want these?' you ask handing out the tablets, he uncovers his face and sit up to take the tablets. 'wait...' he says just before putting the tablets in his mouth, 'what?' you ask, 'gonna be sick' he moans, about the get up when you pull his arm back and hand him the bucket, he's about to say something but throws up the food he ate the night before. You rub his back while laughing at how much of a mess he is. When he finishes throwing up you take the bucket from him when he lays back down. 'please cuddle me' he mumbles with grabby hands. You know that when he has a hangover he gets very cuddly and clingy. 'sure' you say laying back down opening your arms for him. He cuddles up falling asleep almost instantly. He was going to sleep this hangover out.
