Morning
I shot awake, instantly regretting it. My head was pounding and I had the sudden urge to throw up.
I flopped back down, burying my face in my pillow.
I felt like shit but hey, at least I didn't wake up on the floor or something.
After a couple minutes of laying there, my nausea went down a little and my headache hurt less so I reached over and grabbed my phone off the nightstand.
I rolled onto my side, opening my phone and going right to Evan’s contact. I had Dorcas’, Regulus’ and Pandora’s phone numbers now but I felt no energy to text them.
I smiled through my pain, seeing the good morning message that he had sent me.
Why did you let me get so drunk? I typed, clicking the send button.
Evan: You’re blaming me?
Barty: you invited me
Evan: yeah and you came
Barty: and you gave me those drinks
Evan: you drank them
Barty: I hate you
Evan: you know that’s not true
I smiled to myself, pushing through the pain of my headache. It was progressively getting worse but I didn't care. If it meant I could talk to Evan, I would suffer through a headache.
Barty: just don’t let me drink so much next time
Evan: that’s bold of you to trust me with that
Barty: you know i do like to remember my nights
Evan: and i assume that came with a great hangover
Barty: oh yes, i’m enjoying myself so much
Evan: have you drank any water
Barty: no
Evan: go do that it should help
Evan: and eat something while you’re at it
Barty: do you want me to throw up?
Evan: it should help
Barty: fine, i’ll be back
I placed my phone back on the table, slowly standing up. A wave a nausea hit me but I tried to ignore it as I pushed myself forward and through the door.
I stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing a cup from my cabinet. I went over to the sink and filled it. I then brought it to my mouth, sipping the tap water slowly.
It helped a little but my head was still pounding and I still felt moments away from throwing up.
I refilled the cup, placing it back onto the countertop.
Time for food.
I glanced around my kitchen, thinking of what I even really had food wise. I was used to eating out or having food delivered and food wasn’t really my expertise.
I waddled back into my room, sitting back onto my bed and picking up my phone from my nightstand.
Barty: help
Evan: What am I helping with?
Barty: what do i eat
Evan: Do you want me to come over?
Barty: please
Evan: i’ll be there in a minute
Barty: thank you
I slipped my phone into my pocket then stumbled out of my bedroom, flopping down onto the couch.
I curled up into a ball, tucking my knees into my chest and furiously biting my tongue to keep myself from throwing up.
I tried not to think too hard as that made my head worse but I had just invited the guy that I happened to have a major crush on over to my apartment that was an absolute mess while I was suffering a hangover when I hadn't drank even close to that amount in years.
Before I could think too hard about it I heard a knock on the door.
I pulled myself from the couch, nearly falling as I got to my feet.
I shuffled over to the door, opening it to see that Evan was in fact standing there.
“Hey,” I yawned, stepping back so he could come in.
“How’re you feeling?” he asked as I shut the door.
“Like shit,” I grumbled.
“I can see that,” he laughed.
I glared at him but I knew that i did in fact look absolutely awful.
“Go sit down and I'll go get you some water okay?,” he said, tilting his head to the side slightly.
I nodded then automatically as it sent my world spinning. I bit my lip, trying not to let it show.
“Go sit down,” Evan repeated.
“Yeah,” I whispered, waddling towards the couch and flopping back down onto it.
I laid down, laying my head on the throw pillow and tucking my knees into my chest. I closed my eyes, careful to not let myself fall asleep.
I dug my nails into my palms, the nausea sweeping over me again.
“Barty, you should drink this,”
I opened my eyes to see Evan walking towards me, a cup of water in his hand. I sat up slightly, taking it from him. I sipped it slowly, not meeting his eyes.
“You finish that and I'm going to make you some toast okay?” he said.
“Yeah, okay,” I whispered, the water helping a little.
“Alright then i’ll be right back,” I glanced up a little to see him smiling slightly as he spoke. Seeing that, I couldn't help but smile a little too.
I continued to slowly drink the water as he walked back into the kitchen.
My heart was going a little crazy which probably wasn’t helping my other issues but there wasn’t much I could do to stop it.
I finished my water, placing it on the coffee table then I laid back down on the couch the way i was before.
I closed my eyes but this time I couldn't fight the urge to sleep. I tried but I couldn't help it.
So there I was, with the guy I had a major crush on in my apartment while I was passed out on the couch.