Chào các bạn! Vì nhiều lý do từ nay Truyen2U chính thức đổi tên là Truyen247.Pro. Mong các bạn tiếp tục ủng hộ truy cập tên miền mới này nhé! Mãi yêu... ♥

Holding on her...

AN : Hey, guys. I am so sorry for being such a lazy brat. I know it's been two months since I updated TFB, but I was too occupied with the work that I wasn't able to finish the chapter. I have missed you guys so much. Thanks a lot for being so patient with my slow updates and supporting TFB with your wonderful votes and comments. Trust me; I wouldn't have come this far if you all had not supported me. Keep your love and support :)

There is a name change of one of the character- Macloy (the one who had placed the challenge) is changed to Desmond. Hope you won't get confused. I have also deleted the prologue as I am going to change it. I will also start taking down each chapter for editing.

I will be updating this story steadily every week hence forth. I cannot keep you holding for such a long period of time.

I also request all of you to check out 'Something Like... Love'- my other humorous love story with a spice of suspense and thriller.

Hope you would enjoy this unedited dosage of chapter. Enjoy :)

XO XO Ni

--XXTFBXX--

Wenn ihr's nicht fühlt ihr werdet's nicht erjagen.

Meaning: You'll never attain it unless you know the feeling.

-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

Ron's POV:

Confession : I am having a really bad hangover.

Question : Why do we drink, and even if we drink, why it has to be so much pain the next day?

Resolution : I'll never drink so much my entire life- never, ever.

Hangover- In terms of dictionary, it means disagreeable aftereffects from the use of drugs (especially alcohol), but for me it was a most disgusting feeling of being in hell after a jaunt in heaven. I was feeling like some pig made love with my head.

During first few seconds, my mind was totally in darkness. I remembered nothing. I was blank. Where was I? Even when I had opened my eyes few seconds ago, I could see nothing. It was as if my eyes had been pushed back into my head, making me blind. My eyelids felt heavy. Slowly light made its mercy on my eyes and I adjusted my vision to the surrounding. The first thing I noticed was a familiar white ceiling. This made me realize I was in my room.

I pushed myself up into sitting position and groaned, clutching my head tightly as it started to pain. I could hear my heartbeats loudly and feel it too with the throbbing veins in my head as if my heart had jumped up into my skull. I was in hell! My throat felt dry. I tried to wet my lips and swallow some saliva, but nothing helped. It felt like I was left in a desert with no water to subside my thirst. I wondered what time was it and glanced at the big, ancient wall clock which belonged to my late beloved grandfather. I had insisted on keeping it in my room in front of my eyes and from that day onwards I had been looking after it's all the maintenance. It was his memory that I wanted to keep close to me; it reminded me of his undying love and care for me.

"Shoot! Seven fifteen?" I jumped when I saw the time on it. I was already late. I even needed to pick up Ash on the way to school. But the sudden jump was not a good idea, as the room started spinning around me. What's happening? Is it earthquake? I wondered while supporting myself with the table at the side of the bed. But then I realized it wasn't earthquake. My hangover was messing wildly with my head. And then something stirred in my stomach. It aroused funny feeling inside my stomach. I knew what was happening and I fully hated it, but I knew I couldn't hold it back for longer. Fluttering inside my stomach increased. Regaining my spare strength, I ran towards the bathroom before I end up puking on my bed.

Soon enough, I was bending on the sink emptying my gut. Extreme nausea caused me to gag uncontrollably. My mouth filled with that sour taste with a punch of alcohol. Gross! I smelt like cheap beer. I splashed cold water on my face and rubbed it vigorously to get rid of the fatigue. I brushed my teeth and went in the favor of thought of having a hot shower. I needed it as I stink.

Stepping into the hot shower, I let the hot water trickle my body. It felt good to finally get rid of the smelly clothes and it also helped me to reduce the fatigue. I closed my eyes enjoying the steam of the hot bath that enveloped my body. The mild perfumed fragrance of the body wash rejuvenated me, bringing Ash's beautiful smiling face in my mind. Wasn't it the way Ash's womanly fragrance sedated me to keep my sang-froid?

Like a bullet shot from the gun, a wave of memories of last night's events hit me in the flashes of panorama. Though the memory was hazy, I remembered it. It all started when we entered the party house. I remembered Ash coming out of her house. I froze when I looked at her. With a playful smile she bid bye to her gran and came towards me. She looked so beautiful in that simple black dress. She had a nude make-up on her face. Her chestnut brown hair fell perfectly on her shoulder without her trying. Her pale skin glowed magnificently in contrast with her black dress. Her beautiful smile had a power to heal any broken heart. It always made my day best, no matter how worst it started. Her amber eyes were the mirror of her pure soul. So much they held, love, mischief, an innocence of a five year old child, maturity of a teenager and so much more. If she let me, I would stand there whole day admiring her flawless beauty. But it wasn't possible at the moment.

I knew she was waiting for the complement, but my simple one word annoyed her. She looked too cute when the defined curves of her lips formed a pout. I chuckled mentally glancing over her now and then throughout the silent ride towards Sandra's party house. What could I tell her? She was amazing just the way she was. There was nothing I would want her to change, because she was perfect. Before going into the party house I held her soft, petite hand in mine and let her know what she meant to me. I would have gambled my whole life for the smile that stretched on her lips when I told her how beautiful she was for me. It was a confused but genuine smile. I knew my words had confused her and I decided it was the time I slowly open my heart to her. For some reason I felt her nervous, but she shrugged it and entwined her arms into mine. I still could feel her shaky breath and trembling hands.

Sandra had arranged a good party and the environment was already intoxicating me. But I needed to remain sober as I was Ash's ride home. Ash's face lightened with equal excitement, erasing all the traces of anxiety she was showing earlier. I can fairly say if party was a solar system Ash was the sun. The whole party mood turned down with that bet Desmond put. My jaw tightened as I remembered his guts in dragging Ash into that bet. That bastard! I swear I would have killed him. How dare he bet on Ash without her knowledge? They all gawked at her as if she was a piece of meat they were been served. It disgusted me like hell that I was held back from punching that asshole. Ash held her hand on my chest and calmed me down. I was not willing to, but surprisingly I calmed down. She didn't notice the confusion on my face. I stood there calm involuntarily. As if she cast a spell, her simple stare and a blink of eye were enough to bewitch me.

Though Steven saved Ash from getting humiliated by breaking Desmond's record, I couldn't bear him for even a slightest moment. I didn't know why, I couldn't stand those brothers Steven and Owen. It wasn't like I was being possessive by keeping her away from strangers. If it was so then we wouldn't have had any friends here. I wasn't unaware of Mac's feelings for Ash. Rendall too had a crush on her until Mitzy asked him out. It was me who had introduced Rendall to Ash, but I never felt Ash's insecurity among Mac, Rendall or anyone else. There was something about these brothers that made my blood boil. I felt Ash being distant from me whenever she was with Steven.

Anger swirled like a red tide within me when I saw Steven stalking towards Ash. He had a victorious smirk on his face. Why not? He had won the bet. He had won a kiss from Ash. My hands automatically curled into a fist at my side, itching to swing out and wipe that smirk out of his face. With each step he took towards her, my veins frayed and my face contorted in rage. I couldn't bring myself the strength to see that happening. I couldn't bear anyone touch her, let alone kiss her. No! I couldn't see that happen.

The feeling of jealously guided its way into my blood like a venom which would either kill me or the person in the ambit of my rage. Before I could stop myself, the words spewed out of my mouth. I had to stop it and I couldn't come up with anything else. It increased my furry knowing that I was held back while Steven saved Ash through his heroic attempt. In the frustration, I dared him for another challenge. I knew my limit of drinking. I couldn't wash down more than four cups of beer without getting a kick, but I was blind in rage to think about anything else.

Ash stared at me aghast. My strangeness shocked her, making her voice a mixture of shock and distress as she tried to stop me. Her eyebrows pinched together in concern. A feeling of guilt started nagging in the pit of my stomach, seeing her so anxious. But the bullet had been fired. There was no way I could back off now. I went for the challenge and whatever happened next was a mystery for me as I didn't remember anything clearly after that. There were only flashes of some images in my memory which looked like a trailer of a movie. I remembered I was being hauled up, and then I was being dragged out, my head hanging as if attached to a spring. That's it. I didn't remember anything after that. Forget about the outcome of the bet, I didn't even remember if I did something that I shouldn't do. I had seen guys getting all drunk and doing stupid things. Some regret it the next day, while some don't even remember what they did when drunk.

I simply wished I didn't do anything embarrassing. Not that it mattered as most of the onlookers were drunk, but I didn't want Ash to think me as a jerk. Whatever I did was enough to add misery to my hopeless situation. The whole memory-back attack brought me to a conclusion that there was no school today as it was Sunday.

I came out of the bathroom and saw a thin and knobby like a twig figure of Sébastien, holding tray containing glass of juice and some toasts. Sébastien served as a butler in our house since nineteen years. He took my care when my parents use to be on some business trips. That wasn't frequent as my mum never left me alone for much time, but Sébastien had also become a part of my family. He cared for me like his own son. Originally from France, he was married to an Asian girl and had two children.

"Bonjour, mon fils," he greeted me in French with his usual wrinkled, but kind smile.

"Bonjour," I greeted back. "What is that?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Orange juice and some toast." He chuckled, knowing my annoyed look.

"Please, Sébastien. I don't have any appetite to eat anything. It would be better if you get some medicine instead, so that I can get rid of this headache." To emphasize how much pain I was in, I rubbed my temple.

"Right now what you need is this orange juice and some light food to eat. It's best when you are having hangover. Please have it." He put the tray on the table at the side of bed and waited for me to touch the food. My head snapped up in comprehension as I dreaded for the answer of the question nagging back in my head.

"Do Mum and Dad know about my... hangover?"

"I am afraid, they know it. No one normally sleeps for twenty hours after being dropped at home in a drunken state by friends." He smiled at me, tilting his head in amusement.

"What? Twenty hours?" I exclaimed after letting the unmistakable information to sink in my tired brain. He nodded. I couldn't believe I had been sleeping for twenty hours. Freaking twenty hours! I was half dead for twenty hours. I knew alcohol was not meant for my system, but having such an effect on me was an alien thought.

I blew a breath and reluctantly lifted the glass off the tray on the table. My body did not immediately welcome the cold, sweet and sour taste of orange juice, but surprisingly responded positively after few seconds passed. I washed down a toast hastily with orange juice. I admitted I actually felt good after having that down my throat. I grabbed my phone to check on miscalls and texts. An inevitable smile crept on my lips as the name 'Mufty<3' flashed in the miscall list. I had saved Ash's name as Mufty - combination of muffin and fatty- when she had eaten twelve muffins during our 'Key Stage 3'. Yeah, I know very creative! I touched the call button on the touch-screen of my phone and waited for call to connect. But at the exact moment my phone made that annoying beep sound and a 'Good Bye' message appeared before the screen blacked out. I cursed in frustration and put the phone for charging.

Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro