you had partied with charlie the night before — causing you to end up in bed unwell and hungover, with your friends sat in the bed next to you.

“you feeling better?” knox, your boyfriend, asks from the floor. “you ask them that every two minutes! Im sure they’re the same as they were 52 seconds ago,” charlie groaned out. “charlie, shut up,” todd muttered, from his place on the bottom of knox’s bed.

“this wouldn’t of happened if you two weren’t foolish,” knox snapped, shooting a look at you and charlie. “well—” you started, but got cut off by knox. “shut up, rest your voice.”

you sat up gently, your feet on the cold wood floor. “where are ya goin’?” knox asked, rising to his feet. “the bathroom, im gonna wash my face,” you whisper out, standing up. “you need help?” knox questioned, staring at your wobbly stance. “no.” “alright, lets see you walk to the bathroom then,” neil smirked from his spot next to todd.

you stood up carefully, ignoring the headache that had reappeared and slowly walked to the bathroom.

you were near the door when you felt knox’s hand on your waist, “i got you.” “I was so close, knox…” you told him, leaning back on to him. “move it!” charlie shouted, throwing his shoe at knox’s back. “shut up, charlie,” todd and neil said in unison.