Losing Reality (Nash Grier Fanfiction)

Chapter 26

*Nash’s POV*

Last night was a complete blur.

Alcohol was being consumed everywhere you looked and the drugs made an appearance in the kitchen once again. None of this fazed me as it was just another regular party but Emily however scared the shit out of me. She was not used to this kind of thing and that definitely took its toll on her.

One minute she was dancing and making out with me, the next she was throwing up and then passing out.

She wasn’t a big drinker and I knew I’d end up holding her hair while she threw up but I didn’t expect to have her in that state. Despite all of my warnings, she still took it too far and tried to keep up with the rest of the boys which clearly was too much for her.  I couldn’t blame her for drinking really, that couldn’t have been helped with the amount of alcohol being passed around but the drugs, the drugs could have been stopped.

I made my way into the kitchen, climbing over the piles of empty beer bottles and shot glasses before finally reaching the tap and the medication cupboard. I poured a glass of water and took out the paracetamol. Emily was definitely going to need a lot of this today if she was going to recover at all.

I took them and placed them on the nightstand beside the bed and then went into the bathroom. One of the things that never failed to make the dreaded morning after better was a hot shower and that was exactly what I was going to have.

After my shower I felt a lot more awake and not hungover. I walked back into the bedroom to see a very unhappy Emily laid in bed.

“What’s up?” I asked, making my way towards her and taking a place on the bed besides her.

“My head and my stomach and everything hurts” She mumbled, you could hear the hungoverness in her voice.

“Drink this and take these, it’ll help” I replied, handing her the glass and pills.

I helped her sit up, putting my arm around her and carefully watching her, making sure she did as I said. She placed the glass back down before snuggling into my side and wrapping her arms around me.

“What happened last night?” She asked, her voice muffled by my body that she was laid against.

“You drank a lot, danced a lot, argued with Molly and did a line or two of cocaine” I replied, looking down into her ill eyes.

“What? I didn’t did I?” She replied, ashamed.

“Unfortunately yes you did, but you’re fine. Don’t worry” I reassured her.

She groaned as she sat up and looked around the room. She still stank of alcohol but with the amount she consumed I wasn’t really surprised.

“I’m going to get a shower” She announced before attempting to stand up.

“Can I come?” I asked playfully.

She turned around and shot me a glare, which I assumed meant no.

“I’ll go make breakfast then” I say before making my way down to the kitchen.

I was shocked to find the boys actually cleaning up the mess when I made it downstairs. It was appreciated though, usually it would be left for as long as possible until it needed to be cleaned up.

As I got closer to the kitchen the smell of breakfast being cooked filled the air. One less job for me.

Cameron was stood in front of the oven cooking what looked to be sausage, egg and bacon. The perfect hangover cure, I knew one girl who would definitely be in desperate need of this.

Cameron noticed my presence and turned to smile at me.

“Do some toast for me Nash” He asked, before going back to cooking.

I did as he asked and soon enough everything was ready and being served. The boys nearly pounced on me and Cam when we shouted them in, maybe Emily isn’t the only one in desperate need of this breakfast.

Once we’d all sat down ready to eat Emily appeared in the room, looking slightly better than she did before but still not good. She slowly walked over to the table and took the seat next to me without saying a word.

“How are you feeling this morning Emily?” Jack G asked her, cautiously.

“Not too good” She mumbled, staring down at her food and trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

The boys shot her a sympathetic smile before tucking in to the delicious food that was in front of them.

I was halfway through mine when I noticed Emily hadn’t touched hers. She kept swirling round the food on her plate slowly. I could tell she was thinking just by the look on her face but this wasn’t the time or place to ask about that, especially in front of the boys.

I nudged her lightly so the boys didn’t notice, she looked up at me and I could see the weakness in her eyes.

“You need to eat” I whispered, hoping none of the boys were listening.

“I don’t feel like it” She mumbled back.

“It’ll make you feel better, come on” I whispered again.

She sighed with defeat and began to slowly pick at her food and eat it.

I hated having to make her do stuff but I just wanted her to feel better and not eating wasn’t going to help her with that. I cared so much for her so seeing her in this vulnerable state was heart breaking but I suppose if she’s going to be in this circle of friends then she’s going to have to get used to the parties and the drinking and maybe even the drugs if that’s the road she wants to go down.

She was innocent and such a goody two shoes but after a couple of weeks with us that’ll all be in the past, she won’t be little miss perfect for long. I think it’ll be a good change for her but I also don’t think she’ll adapt as well as they all hope. She managed one night but will she be able to manage anymore?

*Emily’s POV*

I couldn’t feel any worse right now. My entire body aches, my head is pounding, my stomach is churning and I just generally feel like complete shit.

Last night is a complete blur.

Whatever happened obviously wasn’t what I was used to.

Yeah I drink occasionally and I’ve been to parties and been drunk before but clearly last night I took it to a whole new level. I only drank the same as the boys did but they seem fine, maybe I’m just not cut out for the partying life.

My heart dropped when Nash informed me that I’d done cocaine. Drugs was one thing that I promised myself I’d never do but one drunken night at a party ruined that.

My stomach turned at the thought of myself happily snorting cocaine and taking shot after shot after shot. Last night was a night I’d gladly forget, I just hope that this doesn’t become a regular occurrence.

I’m having second thoughts about all of this now. Maybe joining these boys group wasn’t a good idea, I mean since becoming friends with them I’ve drank excessive amounts of alcohol and done drugs. I’m starting to think this is a bad idea now. These boys are no good for me.

I loved Nash but did I love them, did I love the extras that came along with these boys?

But then again I suppose I did need a change in my life. Maybe taking this risking and becoming like them will benefit me. Drugs and alcohol might not be too bad after all.

I tried to shake all of the thoughts out of my head.

I couldn’t think straight in this state. I needed to clear my head.

This new life couldn’t be any more confusing

 Or could it?