At first, I went into that club thinking I wasn't going to drink very much. And then I saw my friends (it was the strangest thing seeing Winnie in a club) and about a hundred other university students in there drinking and I just went for it. I think there's a defining moment in every night out where you're just like "Okay, I am committed to getting absolutely wrecked tonight" and we all had that realisation pretty early on. I have no idea what any of us do after the first half an hour. It's all this huge blur of lights, people and music.
I wake up the next morning having no idea what happened at all and feeling like I've crawled out of a deep, deep hole. Maybe the deep, deep hole was my grave. Maybe I drank so much that I died and came back to life because that's what it feels like. I vaguely remember us getting a taxi home but that's it. I bet Lucy hates me for coming in so late. I groan, opening my eyes. I'm in a bathroom and it isn't the one in our dorm.
I frown, standing up and stumbling seeing as I'm still wearing my heels. I grab onto the side of the bath and take my shoes off and make my way out of the bathroom to find out where I am. I get to the bottom of the stairs and realise I'm in Edward's house and I've never felt more embarrassed in my life. I don't even know what I did yet but I'm already embarrassed. Maybe I should just make a run for it now before I have to talk to him. Or maybe that will make things more awkward. I just brace myself and walk into the kitchen.
He's sat at the kitchen counter doing something on his laptop. He looks really fresh and casual right now, just in jeans and a t-shirt and he looks like he's just shaved this morning and his hair looks nice and if I look as crap as I feel, then I must look like dirt stood next to him.
He notices me and a grin slowly crosses his face.
"Good morning." he says.
I raise an eyebrow and then sigh, hopelessly. "What happened? How bad was it?"
He laughs, getting up and turning the kettle on. "Well, you showed up at my door at three in the morning, by yourself. You were really pissed, like more drunk than I've ever seen anybody. I asked why you were here and you were like, crying with laughter and you said you were going to go straight back to your dorm but you thought of this funny story to tell me and you thought I'd really like it. You never actually told me the story but I got you some water and you started to cry and tell me that I was a really nice person-"
"Oh god." I mutter, hiding my face in my hands. He laughs a little.
"And you said, and I quote, that you 'really don't mean to be an obnoxious little bitch' to me which, you know, I appreciate."
"Shut up. What else happened?"
"After that, you threw up in my sink so I sent you to the bathroom and you threw up again and you just sort of fell asleep on the bathroom floor."
"I gave you a blanket."
"Sleeping on the bathroom floor wasn't awful." I laugh a little, sitting down at the counter as he passes me a cup of tea. "I was awful. I am so sorry."
He chuckles, shaking his head and sitting back down in front of his laptop. "It's not a problem. It certainly made my night interesting."
"Oh shut up." I say, but I'm smiling.
"Anyway, whatever hangover you have right now doesn't mean you don't show up to my lecture later."
I raise my eyebrows at him, hopefully. "I would be your best friend forever if you let me skip."
"You legally don't have to show up to the lectures, it's not a case of me letting you or not. You can do what you want. Just know that I'd be really angry and upset with you if you skipped."
"Well I'd be your best friend forever if you weren't really angry and upset with me for skipping." I say, hopefully.
"I don't want you to be my best friend forever." he says, smiling just a little bit.
"Fine, I'll leave you alone forever if you let me skip."
"Deal." he says quickly and then laughs. "I'm kidding. Okay, let's make an actual deal."
"So, it's a two hour lecture, correct?"
"Just come for the first hour."
I consider it and then nod, holding my hand out. "Okay. Deal."
He grins, shaking my hand. "You should probably go back to your dorm and shower or something. You look like crap."
I gasp and then grin. "Alright. See you later."