Holly Peterson skyrocketed to fame by simply sitting in her worn-out car, recording her candid thoughts, and sharing them online. Success came swiftly, propelling her into the spotlight and into a whirlwind romance with a fellow celebrity-a high-pro...
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@hollypeterson: thank u sidemen for the free alcohol once again (don't know how i got home)
@calfreezy: I'm half surprised you're not in the hospital with alcohol poisoning
@haattieeb: prettiest woman EVER
@miniminter: I think you're like half the bar tab 😂😂
@arthurtv: You looked half dead when you came home last night 😭😭
@hollypeterson: can you stop outing me on the INTERNET!!
@georgeclarkeey: Your hangover today is gonna be intense
@user1: the money I would pay to be part of this friend group oh myyyyy
@user2: everyone's stories from last night are hilarious 😭😭
"Holly? Am I going to get punched if I try and come in?" George calls out from the other side of my door. I just about grunt, signalling that it's fine for him to come in, and annoyingly, he doesn't even look the slightest bit hungover.
"How the fuck do you look so — ow," I whine, clutching at my head, the consequence of sitting up too quickly.
"Hattie. She gave me electrolytes when we got home, and put painkillers out for both of us," he explained, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"What happened to my electrolytes?" I complained lightly, just about managing to sit up properly. "But thanks for putting me to bed, I can imagine I was a nightmare."
George looks at me, confused. "Uh, we didn't put you to bed. You didn't actually come home with us, we tried to find you for a good twenty minutes but we couldn't, so we left you with Talia and Freya," he tells me.
"Oh, right. Makes sense. I'll give them a message and thank them instead," I say, still unable to really remember anything from last night.
"Well, we're making breakfast soon. Nothing too harsh on a hungover stomach, don't worry. Do you want me to bring you some?"
I shake my head. "Don't think I can stomach it. I might attempt to have a shower in a little bit, though. Oh, and George?" I say, just as he gets up from my bed.
"Hmm?"
"Well done for yesterday," I grin, which he matches before leaving me alone.
I take out my phone, and call Talia, knowing that she was a safer bet than Freya, with her being an early bird.
Luckily, she accepts my call, and I place it on speaker, settling back against my pillows.
"Morning sunshine," she greets me, sounding a lot more cheerful than I currently felt.
