Hangover Funny Lines Novels & Stories

she started. “It was an accident,” Lydia said smoothly, cutting her off. I looked down at my shirt. It was ruined with whatever drink she had spilled on me. It wasn’t an accident. I looked up slowly, our eyes met and she winked. Karl stood abruptly. “You know what?” she said, grabbing her glass. “No! Karl!” I started trying to stop her but it was too late. She flung the water, straight at Lydia. A sharp gasp cut through the cafeteria. Water soaked through Lydia’s hair, dripping down her face, her outfit, her perfect composure. It was pure, stunned silence in the cafeteria.

I look at him in confusion. “Believe me, I am definitely not yelling.” I say to him as I chuckle. “Well, it seems like it.” He replies and understanding dawns on me. He has a hangover. “You have a hangover, don’t you?” My words causes him to smile lazily. I try again to walk and I succeed this time. It feels a little weird, but I’m sure it would feel right after a couple of more tries. “Maybe.” He says and he smiles from cheek to cheek, making me giggle.

¤ ¤KAREN¤ ¤ Ahh my head is pounding I hate hangovers I turned to check time , and then I saw advil and a glass of water .with a card that read I know you are probably having headaches so I got this for you , you have today to relax so just remain j bed P.s : you looked hot yesterday 😉 ♡Adrian Wait what going on why is Adrian suddenly nice

It's another day, the next day, famously titled the morning after. Hailey is sprawled in her bed, sleeping. During the early mornings of the day, at about seven pm, Hailey stirs in bed, her body coming awake with her. As she begins to regain her senses and consciousness, the first thing she realized was the painful and unbearable throbbing in her head. It was do terrible that she couldn't open her eyes for fear of how much worse it was going to get. She'd never been this hung over in ages, hell, she was rarely one to go about drinking to a stupor.

Hangover Anna tossed on her bed for a while before convincing herself to sit up, immediately she sat up, a wave of headache hit her. She groaned and held her head in pain. The door opened and Lady Mary came in. "You are finally awake," she said. "I'll be back," she closed the door and went out, she returned a few minutes later with a cup of tea. "Here, it'll help your hangover," Lady Mary gave her and she accepted it after thanking her.

Well, it did hurt. I was having a pretty bad hungover the next morning. I kept sipping the lemonade that Lucy gave me as the stylist was working on my makeup and hair. I needed to keep rehydrating myself to quickly come out of it. "Fuck, Xavier is going to be mad if he finds out that I have a hangover. What exactly happened last night?" I asked her as I didn't remember much after I had one drink but I knew for certain it didn't stop with one drink.

I crumbled on the bed and cried my heart out. ~~~~ OLIVER I woke up with a terrible hangover from hell. My head was pounding, and my sight was blinded by the sunlight that streamed in from the window. I looked around the milk and saw my clothes scattered all around the floor, and I wondered what had happened. I couldn't even concentrate on reality because of the pounding headache almost killing me.

I gestured to the feast “is going to make me forget everything that happened yesterday?” “It’s already working,” he said, sliding two pancakes onto my plate and topping them with syrup. “Admit it. I’m charming.” “You’re manipulative,” I said, but my mouth was already watering. He passed me a glass of cold water and two small pills. “Hangover relief. Trust me.” I took them, eyeing him. “You sure you didn’t spike these with truth serum?” “Wouldn’t need to,” he said. “You talk a lot when you’re drunk.”

THE NEXT MORNING Gavin stumbled out of his car, rubbing his eyes from the banging headache that was almost destroying him. Making his way towards his front door, the only thing on his mind was a cold cup of coffee. And anything that would cure his hangover. He caught a glimpse of himself in the glass of the patio doors and nearly recoiled. “How long have I been like this?!” He muttered running a hand through his disheveled hair. His eyes looked sunken like the ghost rider, his usual plush pink lips was white like a cancer patient. “Fuck!” He grumbled, heading inside the house.

Ace's POV My head felt like it was splitting open the second I tried to peel my eyes apart. A sharp ache drilled through my skull that made me groan. “Urghhhh…” I muttered under my breath. “I hate hangovers.” Slowly, I forced my eyes open, blinking against my blurry vision. Everything around me felt strange, like I wasn’t in my own skin. My tongue was dry, my body felt heavy, my mind was foggy. And then, yesterday came rushing back in pieces.