Life isn't a fashion statement.

Alex's POV

I groaned loudly as I woke up and looked and saw I was literally hugging the toilet and the smell of gone off beer filled my nose which made me gag loudly and throw up in toilet. "Feeling rough?" Jack asked as he walked in the bathroom with a glass of water and some painkillers.
"Rough is a understatement." I muttered and spat in the toilet.
Jack flushed the toilet for me and sat on the floor next to me.
"Have some painkillers it'll help with your hangover." Jack said quietly and handed me the painkillers and the glass of water.
"Is Quinn and Beth still here?" I asked and rested my head on the toilet since it was cold and I was really hot.
"They went home about 2 hours ago." Jack said.
"What is the time then?" I asked.
"You've been asleep all day Lex, I thought you was dead." Jack said seriously.
"Feel fucking dead right now. My head hurts so bad." I said and Jack moved and I felt home pick me up and walk over to the bed and gently placed me down.
"Do you think you can eat anything?" Jack asked and I shook my head as I got comfy in bed.
"No, it'll just end up in the toilet." I said and Jack chuckled and climbed into bed and cuddled into my back.

"Why you not suffering?" I asked quietly.
"Because I wasn't stupid and had drunk loads of shots and mixing my drinks unlike you, you party animal."Jack chuckled.
"I like my parties, just not the hangover part." I said and Jack kissed my cheek.
"Get some sleep." Jack said quietly.
"Planning to don't you worry." I muttered and fell asleep.

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