you began to throw up into the porcelain bowl, you gag reflex going crazy. chris held your hair back gently, not wanting to ruin the hair you spent hours perfecting. “let it all out, baby.” chris mumbles, trying to soothe you.

chris kneels beside you, waiting paitently for you to finish. straight after you finish, you fall back, laying your head on chris’s lap. “mmph.. feel like shit—” you whine, tears spilling. he grabs a peice of toilet paper, cleaning the left over puke from your chin.

“s’ okay, baby. dont cry.” he smiles, helping you sit up. you turn to face him, crossing your legs despite how your dress was made. “m’ so fuckin’ tired.” you mumbles, eyes hardly able to stay open. “how ‘bout i take you home?” chris grabs your hand, pressing a kiss on the back of it.