162"Haven't we drunk enough for tonight already?" I asked warily. I knew I was slipping. I'd already had way too much to drink and I wasn't in my normal state of mind. Far from it in fact.
"Just one more glass!" he begged, his eyes wide and innocent. As always I knew that I wouldn't be able to say no to him. I wouldn't have been able to say no to anyone at that exact point in time. As per usual, the more I drank the more I wanted to drink. But I was already fazing in and out. I agreed even though I knew that I shouldn't have. The glasses we were using were far too big for vodka portions, but that didn't stop him from filling both of the glasses to the brim or me from downing it all in less than 5 seconds.
The bottle was empty now. Karl unsteadily got to his feet and stumbled over to the sink adding it to the already large number of accumulating bottles. We then started on the long and painful process of climbing the stairs in our drunker than drunk states. It took us about 10 minutes to reach our room and as soon as we staggered into it we both collapsed onto the bed. I have no memories of what happened after that, but when I woke up I wasn't wearing any clothes, and neither was Karl.
My eyes lazily opened as I entertained the thought of getting up. I knew that it must have been going on 11, but after a whole night of excessive drinking, 11 was still early on. Eventually I decided that I would get up and find a bottle of water, I was most definitely not in the mood for food.
I sat up but immediately regretted it when my head felt like it was splitting in two. I collapsed back down onto the bed, waited 5 minutes for the head ache to subside before attempting to sit up again, but slower this time. I managed as I took my time and started the search for my clothes.
After a night with Karl it was amazing the places my clothes could end up in, sometimes I swore that they could not have possibly have made it to the places they were hidden. Fortunately that morning I found them all pretty easily and managed to pull them all on whilst keeping my balance.
Next to me Karl was just beginning to stir. He looked so sweet and innocent when he was just waking up. Sometimes I would wake up early just to watch him sleeping. He was like the break of a new day. During the night everything is calm and peaceful, resting. Then the day comes, the sun shoots up and the world begins to buzz. Well Karl was like that, as soon as he was fully awake he would start to buzz.
"Morning gorgeous." He mumbled running hand through his short messy hair.
"Morning my soon to be rock star." I said leaning down and placing a small kiss on his cheek. I left the room then and made my way downstairs to the occupied kitchen. Dan and Tom were already in there chatting quietly. They were both too busy munching on their cereal and exchanging obviously interesting words to notice me enter the room but once Dan's ears had picked up on my soft padding footsteps his head snapped up.
"Jesus Tillie! How much did you two drink last night?" he questioned whilst pointing over towards the sink full of empty vodka bottle upon empty vodka bottle.
"I have no idea." I admitted. "A lot though." I said smiling sleepily at him, running a hand through my perfectly straight hair. The black of it shimmered in the faint kitchen light whilst the pink tips meshed together. I loved my hair. It was my most prized possession. It wasn't naturally black, or pink for that matter, but I had dyed it to go with everything else about me. I loved dark colours and was generally labelled as a Goth. I didn't believe in labelling though, as far I was concerned I was just me and I was trying to live my life the most I could before old age and adult worries caught up with me.
I grabbed a bottle of Evian before turning on my heals and heading back towards the door I'd come in through whilst Dan raised an eyebrow at me.
"Tell Karl that we're leaving at 4." Tom stated as if it meant nothing.
My stomach turned painfully upside down at those words and my whole body was taken over by an over powering urge to vomit. Karl was part of Echoed Whispers. The band had just been signed after years of trying to no avail. Of course I was ecstatic for him but at the same time I was scared out of my whit. I didn't want him to leave and find myself alone in the world again.
I walked back into the room and handed him the bottle which he took gratefully. He took a swig and then realized that I was tensed up, ringing my hands together.
"What's up he asked?"
I looked away from him before answering. "Tom says to be ready for 4, that's when you're leaving." I managed to gulp out.
"Erm, Tillie, I've been meaning to talk to you about that." I looked at him expectantly, wondering what it was that he was going to tell me that was so important that he would work himself up into a state like he was doing then. "I'm leaving this afternoon to try and make myself a new life. God knows how long I'll be gone and, erm, I don't want to leave you here waiting for me to come back. I don't want to ruin your life for you. I love you and all that but, yeah, I think you get the point."
He averted his gaze from mine as I felt painful tears start to well up in the corners of my eyes.
"Are you trying to say that you're breaking up with me?" I asked bluntly.
"It's the only way, I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" I exclaimed, suddenly feeling comprehensibly angry. "You told me that you loved me! You made me believe in something that wasn't true! You gave me a reason to live and now you've just ripped it away. I thought we were perfect, I thought we'd last forever. But obviously I was wrong. I love you Karl and I can't imagine my life without you, I would have been more than happy to wait for you whilst you were away. I thought the nightmare that is my life had turned into a wonderful dream, but the nightmare was only wearing a mask, making me believe that everything was turning out just fine!" I screamed that and all sorts of other obscenities at him before grabbing my coat and storming out of the room the tears streaming down my face, the carefully applied liner smudging all over.
In my whirlwind of action I didn't hear the last words Karl had said to me before I left.
"But I do love you." He'd whispered in a voice that was barely audible.
A/N: Maybe I should have put these two parts together as I had originally planed on doing, but, I don't know. This is a story that I wrote out a while ago but am only just getting around to typing it up. It's the first full story I'm attempting on this and I hope you all enjoy it. PS, please review if you read the story, even if it's only to leave one or two words! Thank you!
Oh yeah, this story is mine, it belongs to me as do all the characters and the name of the group. Sorry, just felt like I needed to point that out.