"Just like that and I'm sober,

I'm asking myself 'is it over?',

Maybe I was lying when I told you, 'everything is great, everything is fucking great'." - Miss You, Louis Tomlinson.

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Paul grunted and rolled onto his side, tugging the bed sheets along with him. He scowled when he felt the unfamiliar material between his fingers, unwillingly opening his eyes. He darted his eyes repeatedly back and forth around the room, his eyes growing large as soon as he started to realise exactly where he was. Daisy's bedroom. In Daisy's bed.

He turned his head back, thinking she was there, but the bed was empty.

"Wh...What... The hell?" He groaned, resting the back of his hand against his head, the aching hangover growing more and more painful as he gradually began to wake up more.

He couldn't even remember how he got here. Why was he here? Of all places, in Daisy's bedroom. What happened last night? Last thing he knew, she didn't want anything to do with him. But, more strangely, where was she? Paul leant up on his elbow, looking around the room. Maybe they hadn't broken up at all. Maybe he had dreamt the whole thing. He massaged his fingertips against his throbbing forehead, swallowing hard and squinting at the light coming into the room from a crack in the curtains.

Then, suddenly, he heard a noise coming from the bathroom. A very unpleasant noise. One that could be the result of possibly having one too many drinks the night before. He slowly climbed out of bed and rested his head in his hands before suddenly lifting his head up again when he noticed he was completely naked. He swallowed hard and looked around the room again, trying to locate several pieces of his clothes. He shakily stood up and reached for his boxers, feeling his stomach turning as he bent down to pick them up and stumbling slightly as he stepped into them. He rested his hand over his fragile stomach, whining softly as he accidentally pressed it against his bladder. Taking a deep breath, he tiptoed toward the door and out of it, heading toward the bathroom... Where the off-putting sounds were coming from. He flickered his eyes back and forth along the small hallway, trying his best to stay as quiet as possible.

He bit his lip gently in anticipation as he slowly pushed the bathroom door open, cringing as he peeped around it. Sure enough, Daisy was there, wearing a robe with her head hung over the toilet bowl.

"Good morning." He spoke quietly, backing up slightly when she turned her attention directly back to the toilet, "U-Uh, would you like me to get you a drink, love?"

"W-Well, its morning, but I don't know whats good about it." She groaned in a weak voice, ignoring Paul's question. Paul blinked hard at her response and looked down at his feet, unsure of what to say.

"I feel rough." Paul shook his head, looking around awkwardly as the room fell silent. "D-Daisy, how much would you hurt me if I peed in your bath?" He arched a brow, keeping his hand over his stomach and bladder. She slowly pulled her head up and looked back, glaring at him and shaking her head.

"Don't you dare." She squinted her eyes. Paul sighed to himself and walked over to the other side of the bathroom. "What do you think you're doing?" She scowled, resting her hand over her forehead.

"You never said anything about the sink." He replied, standing on his tiptoes as he stood in front of it.

"No!" She widened her eyes, scowling at him.

"Well, hurry!" Paul narrowed his eyebrows, spinning back around to face her. He widened his eyes, feeling his stomach starting to churn from the sudden movement. Daisy gasped and quickly moved out of the way of the toilet before Paul quickly crouched down and toward the toilet, starting to empty the contents of his stomach. Daisy slowly stood up and covered her mouth, trying her best not to gag as the noises coming from Paul echoed around the room.

"It's a good job my parents have already left for the morning." Daisy said after washing her face and rinsing her mouth out with water. Paul groaned loudly, squeezing his eyes shut. Daisy took one look back at him before walking out of the bathroom, leaving Paul practically hugging the toilet bowl.

Ten to fifteen minutes later, Paul walked back into Daisy's bedroom.

"How are you feeling, love?" He asked softly, offering her a glass of water as she turned around.

"Y...You were just throwing up in the toilet, where did you get that glass of water from?" She scowled, yet again avoiding his question.

"I freshened up a little and popped downstairs to get us both a glass of water." Paul shrugged, his head still pounding.

"Oh.. Well, thank you." Daisy smiled, taking the glass from him and sipping at it, "I thought you said you could handle your drink, Paul."

"Who am I kidding?" Paul laughed out his words, shaking his head, "I'm terrible at holding my drink! But speak for yourself, your racket in the bathroom woke me up this morning!" He nudged her playfully, squinting his eyes.

"Oh, hush. I've never been as bad as you." Daisy playfully rolled her eyes, letting out a soft giggle.

"J.. Uh, just one question, how did we even end up back here?" Paul asked uneasily, taking a drink of water.

"Well, do you remember the gig you played last night?" Daisy asked, watching Paul as he nodded, "We bumped into each other and you offered to walk me home and..."

"Did you wake up naked?" He swallowed hard, "I-.. I woke up naked."

"M'hm..." Daisy nodded her head hesitantly, moving her gaze down to the floor.

"D-Did we..." Paul's uneasy voice trailed off, gesturing toward the bed.

"We did..." Daisy swallowed hard, biting down on her bottom lip.

"Wow." Paul blinked hard, scratching the back of his neck with an uneasy breath. Daisy let out an awkward chuckle and looked over at him, "That's the last thing I could've imagined happening last night."

"Oh, I do apologise for any inconvenience." Daisy rolled her eyes at him before walking over to Paul's pile of clothes, tossing them in his direction.

"You know I didn't mean it like that!" Paul pouted his lips, narrowing his eyebrows. Daisy shrugged, pulling the strings of her robe around her tighter. Paul blinked hard and reached for his clothes, stepping into his pants and tugging them up his legs.

"I wonder if my parents heard anything, I do hope not. I can't bare the questions they'll ask me when they get home." Daisy said, brushing her fingers through her hair.

"Well, I remember them being rather fond of me." Paul wiggled his eyebrows, trying to lighten the situation.

"Hmm, what makes you so sure?" She raised her eyebrows, watching him as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Well, your dad always shook my hand and your mother always kissed my cheek." Paul shrugged with a smile, slipping his arms into his leather jacket.

"You loved it when my mother kissed your cheek." She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest as she watched Paul slipping on his shoes.

"She's a lovely lady." Paul spoke politely, shrugging his shoulders. Awkwardness filled the room yet again, making Paul shuffle his feet uncomfortably before speaking again, "Right, love, I'll get off and leave you in peace, hm?"

"I'll show you out." Daisy nodded, opening her bedroom door before leading them both down the stairs and toward the back door. Paul followed close behind with his hands in his pockets, unsure of what to do or say once they both stopped.

"W-Well, it was nice to see you again..." Paul spoke almost in a whisper, licking his lips as she held the door open for him.

"If you even remember last night." She raised her eyebrows, leaning against the doorframe as he stepped out of the door, "But, it was nice seeing you, too, regardless."

"Thank you... Good luck with the rest of your studying. I- I'm sure I'll see you around." Paul smiled softly, wondering whether he should kiss her cheek of hug her goodbye.

"Thanks. Good luck with the band." She replied, watching him closely as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket before starting to close the door.

"Daisy!" Paul suddenly called, turning back around and waiting for her to open the door fully again.

"Yes?" She tilted her head, focusing her attention back on him.

"A-About what happened last night... It didn't mean anything, d-did it?" His voice quivered uneasily, as if he was afraid of her response.

"It was good, drunken fun, wasn't it?" She raised her eyebrows, blinking hard. Paul tightened his grip on the unlit cigarette and forced himself to nod, half smiling.

"A-Absolutely." He spoke through almost clenched teeth, trying his best to act like he agreed. "I'll see you around, love."

Once lit, Paul puffed on his cigarette, trying to gather his thoughts. What on earth were they thinking last night? If only he could remember. He couldn't. He was going to play a show with his mates and then he met a girl after the gig at the bar, he was talking to her, but it wasn't Daisy... Yet, he woke up in /Daisy's/ bed. He needed to clear his head, he felt dreadful. He needed to speak to someone about what he did, so he decided to take a the long walk to John's flat. John barely lived in the flat anymore and was now even thinking of moving out completely and moving back in with Mimi as, with Stuart now spending the majority of his time in Hamburg, he was finding it difficult to keep up with the rent by himself.

Paul felt like there must have been a connection last night, otherwise they wouldn't have ended up where they did. But he always felt like there was always a connection when they were together. Maybe it was just a one off drunken thing for Daisy, but why would she jump straight back into bed with her ex? Surely they must have both wanted it as much as each other. He was beyond confused with all these thoughts rushing through his head, he could gradually start to feel his head about to explode.

He'd almost finished the packet of cigarettes by the time he reached John's, stubbing out his current one as he knocked on the door. He heard a groan from inside and raised his eyebrows, smiling uneasily as John opened the door, inviting him in with a surprised expression.

"Macca, you look dreadful, mate. What on earth were you on last night?" John widened his eyes, shutting the door behind him.

"I /feel/ dreadful. If I could remember what I was drinking last night, I'd tell you." He blinked hard, sitting down at the table, "Anyway, you don't exactly look well, either. I thought I'd find you here."

"Yeah, well, the days of sneaking a girl into Mimi's are over, so I had to bring them back here." John shrugged, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

"Did those days ever exist?" Paul arched a brow, trying not to laugh.

"Yes!" John protested, scowling slightly, "Anyway, where did you sneak off to last night? One minute you were there and then I turned around and you were gone! Did you find a girl and show Daisy what she's missing?"

"Oh, yeah... I- I, uh, definitely showed Daisy what she was missing." Paul nodded uneasily.

"Who was it this time, hm? Who did /you/ sneak home?" John smirked, crossing his arms across his chest.

"W-Well, I.. Really showed Daisy what she was missing, lets put it that way." Paul repeated himself and licked his dry lips.

"Yes, but who was it?!" John raised his voice slightly, eager to find out.

"I showed /Daisy/ what she was missing." Paul couldn't believe the words were coming out of his mouth. He looked up to catch John's reaction, but he still looked just as confused. Paul sighed heavily and spoke bluntly, "I slept with Daisy, John."

John's expression quickly changed as his eyes widened and his mouth hung open in shock, shaking his head side to side several times.

"What?!" He exclaimed, the volume of his voice making Paul's headache even more painful. "You're kidding, right?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Paul looked up at John, swallowing hard. "And is this really a thing you think I'd joke about?"

"Sorry..." John, blinked hard and cleared his throat. "W-Well, maybe this could be a good thing!"

"A good thing?!" Paul exclaimed, scowling, "I just slept with my bloody ex!"

"Y-Yeah, well, how did she take it?" John asked.

"John!" Paul shouted, kicking his foot out toward John, "Now is not the time!"

"Oh, come on, I didn't mean it like that!" John widened his eyes, shaking his head quickly, "I meant how did she feel?! Did she say it meant something to her?"

"Sh-She said it was just drunken fun." Paul shrugged uneasily, swallowing hard.

"So... That helps you get over her, right? Knowing that you two can just get on casually?" John tried to lighten the mood.

"I... Guess, yeah." Paul lied.

"You can just get on with your life now, you both know where you stand with each other." John smiled, narrowing his eyebrows.

"M-M-hm...." Paul's eyes trailed down to the floor, chewing his bottom lip. If sleeping with each other was just a load of drunken fun, that's not where Paul wanted her to stand. He didn't want her to think that she was just sex to him, he wanted her for her. To treat like a princess and care for. Christ, last night was a mistake. But he couldn't tell her it was a mistake, because surely she'd take that as him saying he didn't want to be with or be seen with her. He needed to seriously think about what he should say to her... If she'd ever see him again.

"Do you want a cup of tea, mate?" John turned to the kettle.

"I'm alright, thanks. Dad will be wondering where I am seen as I didn't actually go home last night." He stood up, brushing the front of his shirt down.

"Alright. I'll see you down at The Casbah for a practice." John nodded, patting Paul's shoulder slightly.

"Yeah, of course. I'll catch you later." Paul nodded back and made his way to the door, smiling at John before walking outside and shutting the door behind him.

Visiting John hadn't exactly given him the boost he needed. He never felt like he could properly open up in front of his band mates; he felt they'd only joke about it or come up with stupid solutions. Often, they would say all he needed was to get drunk and meet a girl. But, this time, that is exactly what got him into this situation. Firstly, he knew from the storm going on in his head that if he were to have even a sip of alcohol, he could very easily projectile vomit everywhere. Secondly, sleeping with another woman would surely make things worse. Would he really want Daisy to know that he was bed hopping straight after getting with her for the night? Never.

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He cringed as he pushed the front door open, expecting hundreds of questions from his dad to hit him straight in the face.  Instead, he heard Mike.

"What time do you call this?!" He called from the front room, having see him come into the house from the front window.

"I don't know, I didn't look at the clock." Paul rolled his eyes, walking into the front room and immediately sitting down on the sofa. "Where's dad?"

"Where's dad?! Where were /you/?! I stayed up late to help you in last night after dad locked the door, only to find out that you clearly found someone else's house to go to." Mike's voice raised, scowling at Paul.

"Mike.. Please stop, my head is /pounding/." Paul groaned, hanging his head in his hands and squeezing his eyes shut. Mike rolled his eyes.

"Where did you go last night?" Mike spoke slightly quieter.

"To a friend's house." Paul shrugged casually, pushing his fingers through his hair as he slowly lifted his head back up.

"Sure..." Mike squinted his eyes. "As in a 'friend' who just happened to be a girl who just /happened/ to be on top of you?"

"No, Mike. A friend that I just know." Paul spoke uneasily, glaring at Mike.

"Whatever. I know I won't get it out of you." Mike sighed. "Dad is going to be making dinner soon,  do you want some? He's gone to the shop to get a paper."

"God, no, thank you. I feel queasy as it is, I think even the smell of food would turn my stomach." Paul covered his stomach slightly, swallowing hard.

"Heavy night drinking?" Mike arched a brow.

"Yeah, very." Paul yawned and rubbed his face.

"Lightweight." Mike sniggered.

"Piss off." Paul grunted and shoved Mike with his foot from across the room. "In fact, I think I'm going to go back to bed. I feel absolutely drained." Paul whined slightly as he stood up, pushing his hands into his jacket pockets.

"I'll see you in a bit, lightweight." Mike winked playfully, laughing to himself as he watched Paul stick his middle finger up at him as he left the room.

Climbing up the stairs to his bedroom felt like climbing a mountain right now. Getting undressed  felt like he had been in a boxing match with his own clothes. As he climbed into his bed, he weakly pulled his bedsheets up to his neck and let out a heavy sigh. He was emotionally and physically exhausted. He didn't know what was happening at all now, even less than before. He was just glad to be in his own bed, though, not so glad to be in his own thoughts. All he could do now is close his eyes and hope it was all a bad dream.

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Hello everyone! This chapter is smaller than I'd  usually write, but I hope you enjoy it, regardless! What both Paul and Daisy have done has really messed up Paul's plan of 'getting over her'... So please let me know what you think of their reactions!

Thank you so much for reading, I'll be on with the next chapter right away! :)