CYNICAL - harry styles

FOUR

MILAN NOEL
(WARNING: light mention of panic/anxiety attack)

Somethings never change, no matter how hard you try, and the gruesome hangover that I always had the morning after going out was one of those things. It didn't matter how much I drank, or how much I ate, the stomachache and the headache always felt the same.

I woke up at about six a.m. the morning after Harry had dropped me off at home, only getting up to empty my stomach contents into the toilet before going back to bed.

Every time I woke up it took me at least an hour to fall back asleep. So it was safe to say I slept like shit, and it was mostly because the feeling of sickness was always high in the back of my mind as I laid in my bed.

The next time I woke up was three p.m. I was shocked when I looked at the clock, I didn't even know that I could sleep that much.

My body was normally like a human alarm clock, it was always on a strict schedule, forcing me to wake up before ten a.m. everyday, no matter what time I went to sleep.

I took a quick shower, trying to wash off the unruly smell of tequila off of my skin, before walking into the kitchen of my apartment to scrounge the fridge.

"Please let there be something greasy and disgusting, anything, please." I pleaded to myself, as I ripped apart the content of my freezer.

There was not in fact, anything greasy and disgusting. Fuck you Milan, for deciding to do a stupid ass juice cleanse last week.

My body was screaming at me, begging me to eat the biggest, most unhealthy burger (well, no. not actually a burger) that I could find. I needed it, even though I knew I would kick myself for it later.

So I grabbed my car keys and my jacket from the small table that sat in the entryway of my apartment, before heading down into the lobby and to my car.

I loved my car, it was my pride and joy. My mother had bought it for me when I decided to move to California almost three years ago. It was a pale yellow Volkswagen beetle, and I found it absolutely adorable, plus, it was easy to drive.

The only fast food that I really ever eat is Chick-fil-a, speaking that it's the only one that doesn't taste like complete rubber. The drive was much longer than I would like, but it was worth it for only doing it once or twice a month.

I blasted music the entire way there, knowing that for the next couple weeks, this would be the last bit of freedom I would have for a while. Finals weeks were coming up, and I needed to pass my exam in order to even think about starting my nursing clinicals.

The line was as long as I had ever seen it, seeming that it was almost dinner time and everyone and their brother was trying to in line for Chick-fil-a. If they were anything like me, they would recognize the fact that Chick-fil-a was the only good place to eat for a couple miles down the road. The only other fast food places I could see were Mcdonalds, Tacobell, and Burger King, which were all absolutely horrible if you asked me.

Once I finally made it to the front of the line, I ordered my chicken nuggets and fries before beginning the long drive back to my apartment building.

All the food was gone before I even had made it home.

I was in the middle of doing one of my assignments for my college anatomy course, when my phone began ringing. This was one of the hardest classes I've ever had to take, but when you're planning on becoming a nurse, knowing the human body was pretty crucial. It was safe to say I was happy to get a break.

"Hey Vee." I say in a monotone voice. I may have been completely wasted last night, but that doesn't mean I didn't remember what she said and did last night.