Novel & Cerita Hangover Synopsis

HENRY'S POV I woke up with a throbbing headache, gosh why does my head hurts so much I turned around and saw xandra standing in front of the door "hey xandra, gosh am having headache" I said to her as she sigh "it's called a hangover OK, you have a f*cking hang over" she said angrily as she came in Why is she angry, what's wrong with her? What have I done wrong "xandra what's wrong? Is there a problem?" I asked her

Chapter 1 - The Hangover Waking up with a pounding head, a dry mouth that has to be drier than a nun's downstairs, aching limbs and a random arm draped over my waist, I struggle to get up and then stumble to the bathroom. I rub my eyes and stare at the hungover, half dead panda-eyed loser staring back at me. How on earth is this my life? Who is that in my bed? Why can I not find Mr Right? Why do I always choose Mr Right-Now? Why am I always finding Mr Wrong?

******** AFTERNOON+ The first thing Harlow became aware of when he woke up again was the throbbing inside his skull. A dull ache pulsed behind his eyes, making the world feel like it was swaying even though he hadn’t moved yet. He hadn’t felt it that much in the morning because of Rafael’s body against his. All he could think of at that time was his warm body against his. He groaned, dragging a pillow over his face. He knew that feeling all too well... he was hungover. Badly.

Rodney POV I woke up the following morning with my head pounding very hard. "Agh" I muffled a groan while sitting up on the bed. Gosh! I hate a hangover. But seriously, how much did I drink last night? I heard a knock on the door. “Just come in,” I groaned inwardly, as I rested my head on the headboard. I glanced up to saw her walking in with a tray in her hands. Huh?

Zlata I woke up, rubbing my heavy eyelids and staring awkwardly at the stubborn black smudges coating my fingertips. Oh, great. I slept with my makeup on. I sat up, looking down at myself and the crushed sequins of the tiny dress. The moment I shifted, a throbbing headache slammed into my temples, answering every question I had. I had never experienced a hangover before, but then again, I had never been drunk before either. I immediately fell back against the mattress, pulling the duvet over my head as the vivid memories of last night flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

The headache hit me before the nausea did. A thrumming pulse vibrating through my skull with every pump of my heart. Instinctively I grabbed my phone, wondering how it's possible to have such a hangover on a full moon, the only time where I was supposed to be more animal than human. When I opened my phone, there were only messages from my bank, notifying me of every transaction I had made. Fucking hell. I groaned and turned over in my bed, the cool sheets giving me some relief from my headache induced fever. Half my fucking savings, gone. No wonder I felt like death itself. Mikaela and I had almost emptied the club of its liquor last night. Just as I tried rolling into a more comfortable pos

Massimo pov I opened my eyes slowly to the dimly lit room. Fuck, my head was banging really hard. I haven't drunk this much in years, so I was so fucking hungover. I looked around and realised I wasn't home. My penthouse? Why am I here? I sat up slowly as I grabbed my ringing head. “Looks like someone is hungover.” I lifted my head to meet Zara in my shirt. It barely covered shit. My brows drew together in a perplexed expression. “I made you some hot tea, it'll help.”

JESSICA’S POV My head pounded mercilessly as I opened my eyes, suddenly greeted by the blinding morning light filtering through the unfamiliar room. It took a moment for my blurry vision to adjust, and comprehension slowly tricked in, panic surged through my veins. I sat up suddenly with my eyes roaming around and trying to make sense of my surrounding. I was definitely hangover and the sheer intensity of it made me feel as though a freight train ran straight through my skull. Images of the previous night flickered in fragment and mingling with a haze of alcohol-induced confusion. What the fuck have I done?

"Despite my late night, I wake up early in the morning. Groaning and mentally pleading for a glass of water and some painkillers to materialise in my hands so that I don’t have to stand up. If my bladder could magically empty itself that would help too. But no such luck. I carefully disentangle my limbs from Bellamy and climb out of bed. I freeze for a second right on the edge with one foot on the floor when he groans and rolls over. But he doesn’t wake so I keep moving. First step, the bathroom. Once I no longer feel like exploding, I head downstairs to get some painkillers and caffeine. For once, no one else is awake before me, not even Megan. On my way through to the kitchen I check in on

Draven said and turned to her with a cup, she slowly took it from him and gave him a questioning look. “Drink it.” He ordered and she gulped it, she coughed immediately and an irritated expression displayed on her face. She sat up and coughed again. “What was that?” “A herb for a hangover.” “Hangover?” She asked confused and her eyes widened in shock as the memories of last night came flooding in, some seemed blurry but she seemed to recall the detailed ones. “Oh my God, you killed people.” She said and Draven ignored what she said as he paid attention to his laptop.