Change (l.r.h)

Let The Hangovers Begin

I wake up to find myself in a unfamiliar bed, with a pounding headache and arms wrapped around me. Who. The. Fuck. Is. This. I turn over and I'm met with a sleeping Luke. The worst comes to my mind. I look under the covers and notice he and I still have our clothes own. I let at a sigh of relief, which must've been really loud, because Luke was starting to wake up

"Good morning sunshine." Luke says, giving me a sleepy grin. That was the cutest thing ever. I wish I had a replay button. Wait, what the fuck is he doing here.

"What are you doing?" I ask, not remembering a thing.

"You asked me to stay." Luke says.

"Oh." I say, laying my head back down. "Everything is spinning and I feel like I've been hit over the head with a baseball bat at 40 times."

"Let me go get you some medicine." He says getting up, taking the warmth with him. "Oh and if you need a bathroom, it's right next door."

As if right on cue, the nausea feeling hits and I find myself jumping out of the bed, running past Luke and heading into the bathroom to puke.

"Was that Kayla?" I hear someone yell from the living room.

"Yeah." Luke yells back.

Soon large hands come and grab my hair and hold it back.

"Are you okay?" Ashton ask.

"What the fuck does it look like Ashton?" I say, throwing back up into the toilet.

"Damn, you and Hanley are the same when you're hungover." He states.

"What?" I ask.

"She said the same exact thing to me this morning." Ashton laughs. "It's cuter when she does it tho." Ashton smiles.

"Aww, does little Ashy have a crush?" I say, smiling before throwing back up.

"Stop being a birch and vomit." Ashton laughs.

After a few more minutes of vomiting, Luke finally comes back with the medicine.

"Sorry, I couldn't find it at first." He says. "Oh, and Hanley is in Calum's bathroom. She keeps asking for you." Luke says.

"Go Ash. Go to your woman." I say.

I flush the toilet and put the lid down and sit down. I take the medicine from Luke.

"Thank you." I take the medicine and wash it down some water.

"How bad was I?" I ask.

"Not to bad. You yelled at Ashton, because he took a drink of your drink. We got back and you passed out, but not before you had the chance to ask me to stay." Luke says, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Anything else." I laugh.

"Oh, I left out the best part. You told me I was fuckable, but annoying." He say. I place my head in my hands and laugh.

"I'm overly confident when I'm drunk and I talk so much shit." I laugh.

"Hey, I'm fine being fuckable and annoying." Luke laughs.

He helps me up and we walk into the living room where Alex is still passed out, Hanley is laying in the floor with a bucket next to her and Ashton stroking her and Alex's back.

"She said she got tired of the bathroom ad threatened to chop my dick off if I didn't bring her in here." Ashton says.

"It's true." Hanley says, lifting her head up.

I lay down in front of Hanley and poke at Alex's head.

"What the fuck is wrong with her? Why isn't she up?" I ask.