kalopsia [harry styles]

9

FALLON COLLINS

I was hungover.

So extremely hungover.

Normally alcohol didn't affect me this much, but it had been the first time drinking in a while, and to be honest I'd drank more than I'd normally do.

That damn vodka.

I wince as I sit up, the light flowing into the apartment blinding me slightly as it filtered through my window, and I wanted nothing more than to scream.

I rubbed my eyes off, adjusting to the light before uncovering myself and exhaling a breath.

Last night had been a ride. I remembered everything, from the disgusting man on the dance floor to the talk that Harry and I'd had on the way back to my apartment.

He'd walked me to my apartment door and that had been it. i=I'd barely taken off my makeup before passed out on my bed.

The first thing I do is text Nadia, wanting to know if she's alright. I check the time, noting that if it was too early she probably wouldn't reply, but it was almost 1 in the afternoon, I figured she should be awake by now.

My question is answered when she replies to my text, sending me a quick 'I'm fine' and a 'ended up at Jacob's. I laugh at her response, wincing slightly when my head pounds.

Thank god that I didn't have to work today.

I shut off my phone, leaving it on my bed and standing up, going straight to the medicine cabinet in my bathroom.

I grabbed the Advil, taking two tablets for good measure. Last night I'd taken my sleeping meds, knowing that after my encounter with the man that I would need them.

I didn't really have nightmares, but when I did they were horrible.

The first one had been a few days after Faith passed. They started out once a week, and then became every night. It came to the point that I dreaded going to sleep.

So I didn't.

And then four days after that I'd ended up in the hospital and was assigned with therapy sessions until further notice.

Now I didn't really need the meds (the nightmares had been reduced by a lot) but they still kept me on therapy. I think they (the doctors, not my parents) were scared that I would end up like my sister.

I sigh at my reflection, feeling sticky and dirty from the night before. The bags under my eyes were more pronounced now, and my eyes were sunken.

I brush my teeth, not looking at my reflection the rest of the time before I was my face and exit the bathroom.

I headed into the kitchen, grabbing the tea kettle and putting on the water so that it boiled.

It was tradition to make myself my lavender tea every morning, whether it was scolding hot outside in the middle of summer, or freezing in the middle of winter.

Since it was late October, it was becoming pretty chilly, but I enjoyed this season of the year. winter was too cold, summer was too hot, and fall was just... perfect.

I would have said spring, but given the events that had happened during that season, it held pretty bad memories.

I sat on my kitchen table, waiting for my tea as I thought about the night before.

Harry had saved me from that man, and then we'd talked about New York, and living here.

For the first time I'd actually confessed to someone that living in New York hadn't really been my dream. No one knew about that. No one well, except Harry now.