The Story of Us || Kaylor

12

A/N: This is pretty much just a really long filler chapter,  hopefully you'll enjoy :)))

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🍷 There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have 🍷

The first thing Taylor notices the next morning is that she feels downright sick. Her stomach is churning before her eyes can even open. She rumbles out a low groan as she sits up, another wave of nausea hitting her.

Exactly how many drinks did I have last night? Jesus.

The second thing Taylor notices is that she's practically naked. Literally underwear and nothing else.

Okay. That's reassuring.

"Crap," she mumbles under her breath, a nervous feeling settling in the pit of her queasy stomach, "This is really not good."

She glances around the bedroom in search of her pajamas, praying that maybe she just was hot last night and decided to strip down before heading to bed. And that's when she notices the third thing.

Karlie never returned to her hotel room last night.

Taylor dives out of the bed with a muffled yelp, fastening the nearest shirt over her head as quick as her shaky arms could move.

Oh god. Repeatedly cursing to herself, she speechlessly gapes at the woman curled up on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly.

"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. You're kidding me. No. Shit. Oh my god. You have to be fucking kidding me."

She pinches the bridge of her nose, briefly shutting her eyes at the splitting headache creeping up her neck. This can't be happening. Not now. Not today. Not with her.

"What am I supposed to do now? Oh my god. She's in my bed. Oh my god. She's probably naked too. What the hell. Oh my god. I knew I shouldn't have had all that wine... She was supposed to be monitoring my drinking, Jesus Christ. Taking care of me my ass," Taylor hisses quietly to no one in particular, feeling beads of sweat collecting on the back of her neck.

Should she shake her awake? Sneak out of here like nothing happened? Go back to bed, let Karlie wake up first and make her do something about it?

Why didn't I just stop at the 3rd glass of wine?

"Well, I can't just keep standing in the corner of my room talking to myself," Taylor bitterly thinks aloud, shifting her weight from one foot to another agitatedly.

"Ugh, shut up please," comes a strangled moan from the edge of the bed. Taylor instantly freezes, feeling like she might collapse any moment now.