Something Good | Nathan & Lucy
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Moving fast wasn’t the blonde’s area of expertise, definitely not when all her head did was spin and throb as if something tiny kept hammering a nail into her skull. Being half asleep and feeling bloody horrible, she didn’t really question what was happening around her. At the sound of a manly voice forcing her out of her slumber, she shot up onto her feet, that being the worst decision she could have made then. Getting dressed wasn’t too much of a problem, since she had slept in her dress, which was now wrinkled and God, did it smell. Did she smell. A sharp pain on her foot managed to truly bring her back to reality, a piece of glass in a halo of stickiness. A full bottle of champagne had been shattered on the floor the night before, along with... Wow, many other things. Then the man’s words made sense, they had to get out if they didn’t want to get charged for damage. And somehow she had ended up there. A true gentleman, the lad she now shared a cab with, who had rolled her small suitcase along with his own while she tried to ignore the pain of he cut as she walked, her floral heels hooked between two fingers and her feet sported the slippers hotels would give away. London’s air was fresh and cold, which did help her throw the nausea to the back of her mind as they began moving. Nathan, his name in Nathan. Nate. She remembered, but she didn’t say anything. There wasn’t much to say, after all he was glued to his phone, typing like crazy. Her cheek rested flat against the cold cab window, her eyes closed to avoid the feeling of sickness to come back, though it would. She knew it would. What had she done the night before? She had woken up next to a stranger, fully dressed, but hungover as ever, and a silly plastic ring on her finger. She had no idea what to say, let alone what to do. What time was it? Did she have time to get ready for the wedding? Perhaps a quick question wouldn’t be a bother, something that didn’t make him stop typing to answer her. “Where are we going?” Her voice was barely a rough squeak, and she did clear her throat afterwards, without bothering to open her eyes. As soft as her words had been, they still made the nail being hammered into her skull go deeper, and she frowned.
