Friends.

Chapter 2: Lady Or A Tramp

I groaned sleepily as I awoke from a very deep alcohol fueled slumber. A scribbled note is on the bed beside me.

"Ta for a great shag. I'd appreciate discretion, if my wife found out she'd kill me. Let's do this again sometime, my numbers on the back."

Fuck. Good work Lola you tramp.

I have a hangover that would kill an elephant, and some random married guy left a note in my bed, couldn't even face me the morning after. Gutless. My phone is buzzing but I don't want to answer it. If what I remember from last night is correct, it's going to be Harry.

I carefully climb out of bed, any rushed movements could make my head explode, I stand up, wrapping a short robe around my naked body as I pick up my phone hesitantly.

I wait till I'm out on the balcony before I answer. "Bollocks it's cold." I curse into the phone immediately after answering. The cold air whipped around me, surprising me completely.

"About time you woke up. It must be what, midday there?" Harry greets me about as friendly as I greeted him.

"Yes. You can sod off if you called to tell me what a horrible person I am. I feel bad enough." I groan, going back inside after my failed attempt to get some fresh air.

"Where is all this bitterness coming from?" He questions, he thinks I'm angry at him. Am I?

"I don't know. I'm sorry. What are you up to?" I slouch down against the wall, my bedroom is an absolute mess. I rip the sheets from the bed, these will need to be cleaned to help erase last night's shame.

"Not a lot, just hanging in the hotel room. I can't believe you've already been made associate. Do you know how proud I am of you? That's incredible. Really, it is. You're so amazing." If I'm so amazing, why am I still single?

"Thanks, that means a lot. When are you back?" I ask, I think he told me yesterday but I can't remember.

"Next week." He says and my stomach churns with excitement...and last nights excessive alcohol consumption.

"Great! Can't wait to see you boy. Lub ya." I laugh, god I love seeing my best friend.

"Alright. Lub chu tooo. Bye Char." He hangs up.

"Now to deal with this mess." I say to myself as I tidy my room. I'm going to be up all night doing work because of last night. Mistake mistake mistake.

My phone vibrates with a text from Harry and thus begins a full day texting session while I complete my daily chores.

Harry:
Good chat. I missssss you.

Me:
I miss you too. My head hurts 😭

Harry:
I bet it does, your body is not used to alcohol! Sillllly.

Me:
Well....I don't know, I don't have anything to say to that. You're right haha. There is no defence, my body cannot handle alcohol. Or copious amount of alcohol that were practically forced down my throat last night.

Harry:
Hahaha atleast you can admit defeat. Come to LA.

Me:
Yep, waving the white flag over here 😔 I wish!! Isn't Fleur there to keep you company?

Harry:
Nooooo, she went home.

Huh. Now it makes sense, the second she left he suddenly has time for me again. Bullllllshit.

Me:
That's a shame.

Harry:
Annoyed? Why'd you hang up on her last night?

Me:
I don't know, I was drunk.