TORN

Chapter 7

Hannah

I woke up with a banging headache and pain running through my whole body. I blinked and took in my surroundings, I was in my bed.

Dread coursed through me as I frantically felt my body with my hands, I was in a big black plain T shirt that was one of Liam's, and my underwear.

I rolled over and noticed a glass of water and paracetamol on my bedside cabinet. I could not remember how I had gotten home. I took two pills and drank the big glass down quickly. I took a deep breath and lay back down. I could feel the pulse in my head like a hammer.

I am never drinking again, I thought.

I turned my tv on and repositioned myself on the bed. I was in agony. How had I gotten home? Was Sean ok?

Shit Sean!

My mind starting racing, not helping the thumping headache. Horror gripped a hold of me. Johnny. Oh shit.

The night flooded back to me in bits. He had gotten me home and I was sick in front of him! I could have died of embarrassment as I remembered. I couldn't move I was that mortified. I couldn't remember anything after that though. Had he put me to bed?

He must have, I thought.

Oh my god the shame, how embarrassing! How was I meant to face him in work tomorrow?! I rubbed my eyes hard. It felt lovely. I sat up in bed and my headache became even worse, I was dizzy then. I hauled my legs over the side of the bed and caught sight of myself in the big wardrobe mirror. I looked horrendous.

My makeup was all over the place and the fact I had just rubbed my eyes had made it worse. My wavy curly hair was sticking up everywhere and I looked like a drug addict.

I stood, my feet killing from my high heels and I noticed my dress was neatly folded on the chair by the window. I smiled as I thought of Johnny being considerate.

I stretched and made my way to the landing. I nocked lightly on Mollie's door. No answer, I opened it quietly and looked at her and Billy wrapped up together snoring. I chuckled and shut it.

My headache was subsiding a bit as the paracetamol kicked in. I wandered down the stairs and walked into the kitchen, putting the kettle on. I pulled my phone out of my bag and turned it on. Missed calls and texts from Liam. I sighed, then missed calls from Sean and a voicemail. I pressed play.

'Hannah I'm so sorry! Could you ring me when you wake up, I went for a piss and I was a bit pissed and upset about our conversation so I went for a walk and when I got back you'd gone. I couldn't find you or get hold of you! Can you text me and let me know you're okay. I'm dead worried. Sorry mate I'm a dickhead. Ring me please'.

I sighed and wrote a quick text to tell him I was fine and that it was okay and I hoped we could still be mates. I went to put my phone down when I noticed another message from a number I didn't have saved.

'I trust you are okay'. It read. My heart quickened. It must be Johnny. I didn't know what to respond. The message was condescending but he deserved a thank you for his help last night.

I put my phone down and made my self a cup of tea. Truth was I was mortified and didn't want to have to face him ever again. How did he get my number? He must have got it from my information at work.

I wandered back up stairs and wrapped my self in the covers. I put my phone down and then picked it back up re reading Johnny's message, I smiled at how lovely he had been considering how much of a mess I had been.

I then started to go through Liam's messages that ranged from pleading to concerned to pissed off to sorry and pleading again. I sighed once again and turned over, falling back to sleep.