Save Me

Emma doesn't know what to do with her life anymore. Her brother, her best friend in the whole world, has just passed away from cancer and she's running from her own problems. She begins to drink, suffering hangovers almost every morning. Her life feels empty, until she meets a boy who throws her life into a quite unexpected loop. She finds herself falling in love, and learning that you always have to face your problems; but you never have to face them alone.


3. Hangover

Emma's P.O.V

I woke with a start, my head throbbing. I could practically hear my own heart beat as I ran from my bed to my bathroom. Quickly, I flung open the toilet seat and hurled my entire stomach into the bowl. I sat back against the cabinents and waited for the next round. Before I could though, a blond haired boy ran into the room and barley had enough time to push me out of the way before he too hurled into the toilet. Before I could even think about what was happening, another boy bursted into the room.

"Holy shit," He whispered under his breath. It was the boy I had met at the ice machine last night. I must have passed out on him and he took me to his room. I immediatley felt guilty and began uttering out apologies.

"I am so sorry," I began, "You didn't have to bring me here you could have lef-" I was cut off by my own stomach. I pushed the blond boy out of the way and errupted into the toilet.

"You don't have to apologize," the big-haired, tall boy said in a thick british accent, "There's no way I could have left you there even if I had wanted too.

I turned to him,embarassed. I pushed my eyelids together trying to focus on him but I saw nothing but a fuzzy figure.

"Can you not see me?" he asked as I leaned my head back against the cabinet once again.

"Not really," I admitted sheepishly, "I left my contacts in my room,"

"Well, would you like me to go get them while you and Niall finish up here?" Niall. I had heard that name somehwere before, but I still couldn't think quite clearly yet. My brain was pounding against my skull.

"Yeah," I hesitated before giving him my room number and key, I barley even knew this guy. However, he was nice enough to carry my wasted ass back to his hotel room so I guess I would give him the benefit of the doubt. He bounced out of the room and I turned back to Niall who had been staring at me for quite some time.

"Wasted, eh?" He asked. He also had a thick accent, but it was irish. I couldn't help but laugh at his snide comment.

"You're one to talk!" I said back, hitting his shoulder. We sat there laughing for a moment before I was so brutally interrupted by yet another round of vomit.


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