Luke's POV
I woke up with a massive headache.
I was surrounded with bottles of liquor and puddles of alcohol.
I was in the bathtub in the bathroom next to my room.
The lights were too bright.
Every movement I made was add fuel to the fire in my head most people refer to as headaches.
I finally got the strength to get up and out of the tub and it was rough.
I stumbled around the bathroom looking in all the cabinets for something to cure my headache.
After searching as well as I could with a hangover I left the bathroom and walked into the comfort of my room.
I tried to get to my bed but before I could there was a knock on the door.
Too loud.
My head hurt even worse.
I stumbled over to the door and slowly opened it.
I saw Ashton on the other side of the door looking anxious.
"Hi." I whispered.
"Hey." He said back.
We both stood there awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact until finally he spoke up.
"Listen, we need to talk."
(A/n would it be annoying if I just updated a ton tonight and tried to finish this book? Like I have and idea for my next book and I want to start it soon.)