Y/n P.O.V.

My head was killing me. The light and any sound I heard made it worse. Migraines.. They're the worst.

I honestly wanted to know what had happened last night. I remembered dancing with Mark and Jack.. I think. It was questionable. I couldn't remember shit. This is why I never drink. I was never able to handle it well. I slightly remembered kissing someone.. I couldn't remember who. My head drew up a blank, which sucked because it was such an amazing kiss.. No one had ever kissed me like that before. Fuck you, brain. Can't remember anything for shit.

I shoved my face beneath my pillow of Jack's dark bedroom. I wanted to do something to make he terrible head ache to go away, but every time I sat up my head pounded again.

I spent most of the day sitting in Jack's room, trying to get over this damned hang over. Every once I awhile, I could hear Jack talking, but the words were scrambled into nothing through the walls. He seemed to leave me alone except to get me some food. I wonder what happened...

A few hours went by and I got up, feeling better, but absolutely starving. I stepped out of my room and heard a bottle smash. I hurriedly walked into the kitchen, "Jack?"

"Mother fucker!!!"

Jack P.O.V.

"Ah... Mark.. What am I gonna do? What if she hates me?"

"She won't hate you. Come on. She probably liked being kissed by you rather than that asshole she calls a boyfriend."

I sighed, sitting on the counter, crossing my arms. Y/n seemed to have a hang over and was laying in bed the entire day, doing nothing but eating every once in awhile. I was worried. What if what I did really ruined our relationship? I would hate myself for it. I remembered the last break up with my girlfriend.. It took me a long time to recover. Y/n... I don't know when or if I'd recover.

"Look. Just.. Go on home. I'll see you in class tomorrow. I need time to think."

What I really wanted was to have a drink.. Maybe. Get my mind off of everything. I would have much rather done that than think of all the shit going on.

Mark looked at me for a moment with a suspicious look, but then shrugged and turned towards the door, "Call if you need anything."

I nodded as I watched him leave. As soon as he shut the door I turned towards the fridge. I grabbed the first boxes I saw full of beer bottles.

"I'm going to relax whether I like it or not." It wasn't worth being stressed. Hopefully Y/n wouldn't wake up because that would have been embarrassing.. Actually it wouldn't. Last night I was a little drunk so there was already embarrassment in that.

I downed the first bottle, remembering back to when Mark, Felix and I would play games with beer. We would do the weirdest shit imaginable. Especially with truth or dare and spin the bottle.

I was someone drinking the beers faster than I could think. I could hear the sound of a door open down the hall. Shit! Y/n finally woke up, but at the worst time.

I tried to hide the bottles, but one slipped out of my grasp and fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.

"Mother fucker!" I yelled right as I heard Y/n say my name.

Maybe this is why my girlfriend broke up with me. Tired of my random "drinking 'til I'm drunk" moments. I wouldn't blame her. I play dirty when I'm drunk.

Short chapter 😱

I didn't want to change the point of view more than twice in a chapter so its like this. Sorry. The next one will be longer.

How's the story so far guys? I hope it's okay. This is my way of keeping myself from being too sad 😢

Anyway.. Love you guys 😘