The cool light was still painful even behind my closed eyelids. Ugh, the groaning that ached behind my eye-sockets was unbearable.
Ugh.
The angsty event of last night flashed through my mind like an irritating camera that blinded you with every snap.
Good going Char- you managed to upset one of the most easy-going guys on the planet. That really takes some talent.
It was one of those moments that I just knew would come back and haunt me before I go to sleep. Replaying every word that I said and Noah's every facial expression, cringing as I did so.
In an attempt to distract myself I opened my eyes and took note of the room I somehow ended up in. The sound of rain against my window brought nostalgia to me as I observed the posters on the wall and photos on my boards. I was home. My childhood home.
Lazily I got out of my bed- and stumbled around the room in last night's clothes collecting my belongings from various pieces of furniture. Heels didn't seem like a wise choice considering how clumsy I was currently, so bare-foot I padded around, trying to find a bathroom.
How I got here- I had no clue. May it remain a mystery. I'm just thankful that I wasn't waking up in a field surrounded by cow pats.
Not that I was speaking from experience.
With the newfound knowledge of where to go, I could navigate my hungover self with my eyes closed.
Ugh.
The reflection in the mirror was not what I wanted to see. Tangled blonde hair, smeared mascara and a puffy face was not what I needed this morning. I looked like a mess.
Nothing new there then.
My insides were twisted and I felt grimey all over my body and I have no idea if that's a repercussion from the alcohol or my regretful conscience.
As the water fell down and the mirrors began to steam up, more and more of last night began to replay- slower this time as if I was reliving it again. I meant what I said, my stance on that hadn't changed. But it felt like I was letting Noah down. But didn't he see what I saw? Couldn't he understand why I feel like I do?
I wish that I hadn't had to tell Noah. That I didn't have to see his crest-fallen face.
The hot shower was now suffocating. I needed to get out and go home.
As if I had a pressing deadline in London, I hastily put myself back together, gathered my things and ran downstairs.
It was comical really. This sort of morning was not what I was used to. I left these days of being a mess behind me.
The pounding in my head only got bigger as I moved around but I ignored it. Right now I just wanted to ignore the inner turmoil inside. I can think about it later.
The bemused look on my parent's faces as I came thundering down the stairs, chugging water and swallowing paracetamol. The last time they saw me like this was when I was still living at home in between uni terms. They gave me a sympathetic look before making their way on their daily morning walk like the early birds they were.
I paused mid-swallow. It probably wasn't safe to drive like this. My sudden urge to go back to the city had to be put on pause as I mentally scanned through my options;
-Emma and Theo were on their way to their honeymoon
-Clark was on his way to work right now despite it being a weekend so couldn't pick me up
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The Years That Followed
ChickLitNothing. I have accomplished nothing in my life. All I have to show for my existence is my work experience in retail (awful by the way) and my uncanny ability to make friends with successful people. Take my best friend (and ex-boyfriend) Noah Ryder...