You Need Me

Hungover

Today marks three months since and I struggle to get out of bed.

I won a race again last night and let's just say, I partied a tad too hard. My arms feel ridiculously heavy as I go into my kitchen to get a cold glass of water and a couple of paracetamol to attempt to numb the pain that thumps at my head.

The cool water glazes my dry throat and the pills tumble down it almost blissfully. I let out a long yawn and go to lay on my couch in my living room but a pound at my door makes a sharp pain shoot through my head.

Who the hell is that?

I groan and roll off of the sofa onto the floor, I slowly climb onto my feet and pace over to my front door. I unlock it and swing it open. "Flipping heck, Nat, are you alright?" A scouse voice chuckles and I quickly stand up straighter realising who it is.

"Just hungover a little." I mumble and move aside so he can come in.

"A little?" Trent shakes his head and walks into my flat.

"Make yourself at home my good pal." I say in a slight sarcastic way and shut the door.

"Oh I will do." He jumps onto my sofa and he slips his white shoes off from his feet.

"I need a shower so just watch telly or something." I leave Trent be and go into my bathroom.

I have a luscious clean up and when I get out the pain in my head has almost completely gone numb. I scrape my blond hair into a messy bun and I am wearing a long black t-shirt and loose grey shorts. I slip on my bunny slippers and go out of my steamy bathroom.

When I go back into the living room, Trent has already put FIFA on and his face is full of nothing but concentration. "You putting the kettle on?" He asks not taking his eyes of the screen and I raise my eyebrows and blink a couple of times as I am a little taken aback by the question.

"Am I...no I am not gonna put the bloody kettle on right now, I have just got up and I am pretty sure that you are supposed to be at training." I tell him firmly and take a seat next to him letting out a long sigh and rub my stinging eyes.

"Got a day off haven't I, besides why're you so hungover and moody?" The distant sound of Trent's fingers pressing and flicking at the buttons and joysticks on the controller clutched in his hands pricks at my ears.

"Won a race and partied hard because I won quite a bit."

"How much?"

"Five grand." A huge grin forms on my face and I bite my lip.

He doesn't reply for a minute as the opposing team on his game almost gets one in but he manages to stop them with his own computer version of him. "You mean you won five grand just by winning one race. Fucking hell, that job of yours ain't half bad. What's the most you have ever won from just one race?"

I pause in deep thought and my brain aches slightly as I have to think. "I won a sponsored race in Mexico once which gave me twelve grand and a quarter." I let out a yawn.

"That really ain't nothing to complain about, I wouldn't mind driving cars for a living it sounds sick."

"What are you doing here, Trent?" I change the subject away from me and my job earnings and he gives me a quick glance before focusing back on the screen.

"Well, I just wanted to catch up and I have a day off so I thought why not go and see Natalie Henderson. Plus I want my boots back, oh and my socks." Trent finishes his game and puts the controller down on my coffee table.

"Right, well I have to go to the track in about an hour. If you want to come you can but today is like a clean up day from all the litter that people left behind. I ain't too sure that, that's the sort of thing you want to do on your day off." I fold my arms over my chest and the underneath of my eyes feel a tad heavier from the thought that I have to pick up all that rubbish and believe me when I say this, there is always tons of rubbish left behind, tons.

"I wouldn't mind that, I mean I am spending the day with you and who can complain about that," A blush creeps up onto my cheeks as the lad sends me a confident wink. "Also, maybe you can give me that drive that you promised?" He bites his lip and his eyes are giving me a hopeful look.

I ponder on the offer for a second and then answer. "Fine, you help us clean up at the track and I'll give you that ride."

"Deal accepted." He rubs his hands together obviously happy and getting excited for the drive later.

"Just a quick heads up though, it is gonna take forever. It always does, there is so much litter and we have to hose down my car properly because yesterday was seriously windy and the dust literally went everywhere. No joke."

"No problem."

"Right I will give you a game of FIFA and then we should probably head down there and get there a bit early if want to have time for that drive."

"You're on." Trent nods his head frantically and I get another controller from the box.

"Be prepared to get your ass whooped again, Arnold." I giggle.

"Ahh but I let you win last time, Hendo."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." I tease and we choose our teams for the "rematch".

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I won the match of FIFA against Trent again and now we have been picking up can after bottle after wrapper for the last two hours and we still haven't finished. There is rubbish everywhere mainly because the wind has blown it all over the place which is such a pain as you can imagine.

Trent has been a good hand surprisingly, I mean after about ten minutes of everyone who is helping out getting autographs and selfies with the Liverpool footballer, things really kicked off and he helped a lot more than I first anticipated he would.

He's walking next to me and he picks up a crisp packet up off the ground with his litter picker. "You know, I am actually quite enjoying this." Trent admits and I pick up a piece of litter.

"Yeah well you don't have to do it after every race you do at your home track," I huff as the wind blows at my face. "And you ain't the one with the hangover."

"Who's fault is that though?" Trent smiles brightly and sends me a knowing look with his big brown eyes.

I giggle shaking my head and we continue to walk through the stands. Trent goes in front of me and I examine the boy from behind.

He is wearing a grey Nike tracksuit and his luscious curls wiggle and twirl around satisfyingly in the blowing wind. When he looks at me over his shoulder I quickly look away picking up a piece of litter from the step. "How does it feel when you are beaten at FIFA by a hungover girl?" I tease.

"I let you win, I felt sorry for yous because you were so hungover." Trent tries to defend himself.

"Yeah, yeah." I shake my head and bite my lip.

I feel some kind of way about that boy in front of me but I can't quite put my finger on what this feeling truly is.

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Hi guys,

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, sorry that it is a little shorter than usual but you are in for a good-ish chapter next.

See you guys next week,

Daisy xxx