What Happens in Glastonbury

I Didn't See It Coming

(Olly PoV)

I was already tired and emotional when I saw it, Zoe dropped me off an hour before, I was severely hungover, sleep deprived and dehydrated not to mention dying of love sickness! That's a thing!

I left my bags by the front door; I literally couldn't carry them any further or my arms were going to drop off. I barked something incoherent to my Mum as I passed her in the kitchen and dragged my sorry ass up to my room. I got in to bed with my clothes on, coat, shoes, and all, I couldn't have taken a single thing off even if I'd wanted to. I had zero energy, literally nothing left, breathing was as much as I could manage and even that seemed like more effort than it was worth. I curled up into a foetal-like ball hoping that it was my time to die. Someone just dig me a die hole like the giraffe in Madagascar and leave me to die with dignity!

Just take me! Put me out of my misery - I'm pretty sure if anyone had answered they'd have just said stop being a fucking baby and get up, thankfully no one did answer so I got to lie there and wallow in my misery.

After a while the wallowing became a little bit boring, so I pulled my phone from the back pocket of my jeans, and I did something I wholeheartedly regret!

I googled Jesse!

What I saw stabbed me in the chest, the knife went through my skin, through my muscle, through the gaps in my rib cage and straight through my heart, slicing it clean into two. Blood spurting out all over the bed like a war zone. Ok, ok, a little bit dramatic I know but my heart hurt, and my eyes filled with water as I looked at the magazine article and pictures on my phone screen.

"Heartthrob Jay Summers New Year's kiss with new redheaded beau" I looked through the photos, each one twisting the knife a little more. Jesse was full on kissing a girl with bright red long wavy hair in what looked like a club. The girl looked about 19! She was skinny and wearing a very short black tight dress which literally just covered her ass cheeks.

Oh god I'm going to be sick! I thought, just in time to cup my hands and throw up more alcohol from last night mixed with the lining of my stomach – nice eh! I really needed to learn to be more lady-like... but not now.

My hands did nothing as it seeped through my fingers and on to my bed sheets.

Brilliant. I needed to get up and clean it up, but I knew if I stood up the room would spin and I'd either throw up again or pass out, so I did the only other thing I could. I pulled the throw over blanket from the foot of the bed, covered it up and pretended it never happened. I told you I wasn't classy, alright! Stop judging me! I am what I am I can't tell you any more than that!

But what I can tell you is that I wish I had known that my heartbreak over Jesse kissing a girl when we weren't even officially together was going to become one of the most trivial and unimportant things in my life by the following day, I just didn't know it yet.

I laid down on the throw over blanket, the smell of sick had filled the room, but I was too hungover to care.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up it was dark, I looked at the clock, it was 3.18am.

I had slept for 15 hours! On top of sick! Eww.

I needed it, I felt a tiny bit more human, I felt around my bed for my phone, locating it somewhere down the bed I pushed it up the bed with my foot until I was scrunched up like a contortionist and could reach it, pulling it up to my face I discovered the battery was flat! Great!

I felt around down the side of the bed for the cable and plugged it in, seconds later I had fallen back to sleep.

I didn't wake up again for another 7 hours! I honestly thought I was dead. I missed an entire day of my life. I had a horrible dream that Jesse had kissed some girl in a club, and I was glad to wake up. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, switching it on.