Wrapped up in the cream silk sheets, Laura kept her eyes shut to avoid her memories of last night, to avoid the consequences of today. Her smooth brown hair was swept along her bare back as she kept the front of her body nuzzled to the bed. Last night was a blank after one am for Laura. After the second club she couldnât remember anything except the previous shots she took, the flashing lights and the secure she had with Jack on her arm. Her finger tips made a tight grip at the sheets, tucking them under her once again. Her eyes fluttered open lightly for only a couple of minutes to witness a sleeping Jack, a sight that brought a soft smile onto her lips before she dozed off again.
It was week six away from the The Valleys, her departure came due to having to model a few shows and she the fact she couldnât wait to get back to her usual wild night out routine with those she was fond of. Somehow over the course of a couple of months, almost a year, Jack became one of those. Their relationship was more friend with benefits for Laura, after all they way they found each other wasnât so romantic. Laura saw him in a crowd during a fashion show many years ago, sitting next to soon to be ex-girlfriend but she didnât care. The Angel kept her eyes on him and even went out of her way to meet him after, thereafter became history. Â Months later, they were now in a bed after a night that was shared with a crowd that consisted some of each others friends. Â A groan erupted her slumber, however, her eyes were too heavy to open, as if each lash had a tiny sack of stones attached to them. Â She knew well what kind of groan that was, and what caused. Tequila. As two lips met her forehead, a whimper fell from her upward curved lips, her arms stretching around him and hugging him tighter as if it would mute him so they could stay there.Â
âNo - nope. Mânot movinââ she groaned as her head felt a heavy hit, her eyes shutting tighter at the thought. âI canâtâ she insisted as she half laid on him, the other half covered by the loose bed sheet. âUgh, my head - fuckâ the sharp pain cut into every corner of her mind, flash backs coming in the process; She fell off a bar chair, they did body shots, she got them kicked out of a club for lighting up a cigarette on the dance floor, she took a paparazziâs precious Nikon camera and took a selfie. And then the two am time frame came and stopped the flashbacks. âI swear-â Laura begun before placing her arm across his chest to rest her chin on, âI mean it this time - Iâm giving up drinking. Iâm becoming a nunâ, her facial expression ever so serious as she spoke about the thought, âI mean it Jack, Iâm going to become Sister Lauraâ She said, her lips curving once again as he mocked her, âNo more drinking, smoking, sex, going out - Fucking done with all of that. Iâm goinâ to be a nunâ.Â
There was a part of his mind that told him they needed to move, and eat in order to start beating this hangover. But even Jack couldnât deny that lying with Laura, tangled up within the sheets with her, he couldnât justify to move himself. Being on tour had certainly taken its toll, but being able to get some time away from it all and laughing at his best mate on the show, it made this hangover worth it. He hadnât gotten that drunk before and soon the irritation towards the stabbing headache that was forming, washed away and simply left the feeling of relief. Relief that he was still able to have another life. He loved his life, his band, his friends and possibly the girl he was currently lay with, but sometimes the high life became overwhelming. And it felt almost heavenly that he was allowed to act like the young adult that he is.Â
Jack attempted to keep the laughter to himself, to control the need to almost childishly giggle at the beautiful brunette in front of him. âYouâre partially up as it is, so youâre getting there and Iâll take that.â He grinned, the cheeky smile on his lips as he watched her, leaning his head forward despite the throbbing headache and kissing her softly and quickly, a small stolen kiss of the morning. He moved his right hand and let his fingers trail through the messed up locks of his, the grin returning to his lips once more before finally he couldnât hold it back. He had to laugh, even with the pounding headache, churning stomach and tired eyes, He laughed at the idea of Laura becoming a nun, he laughed at the picture he painted of dressed up and doing all of the things that nuns did. He knew for sure sheâd never survive.Â
âBabe,â he paused to catch his breath from the laughter, his fingers moving to trace her cheek, âyou would never survive. Youâd hide bottles of whiskey and tell each and every nun to fuck off if they tried to take it off you.â He paused once more, suppressing the chuckle. âYouâd have to stop swearing and most importantly, give up your one night stands, or recurring hook-ups. Which means no more of me, for you.â He teased her once more, his fingers moving from her cheek to her neck, trailing down her side ad the curve of her breast, an almost wicked grin appearing on his lips as flashes of the night prior began to register in his mind. âAnd if I know you, and I know that I do. You wouldnât survive a week without any of those things.âÂ
