small stories by Emma for anyone who cares

Story I

Oh hi, hello, Emma here. 

This is my first story! Holy cow! that's so weird, this is so not me, writing? a hobby? damn Emma, impressive, hah. anyhow, let's get to it, shall we?

If you've read the description, you'll know these stories are based on these videos where they put background noises to songs. I'll have the link to the songs so you can listen to them while reading. 

- Two Ghosts by Harry Styles: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zD7NFFhcTwU&list=RDzD7NFFhcTwU&index=0

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I am so fucking drunk... I have drunken too much and now I just want to puke... not because I need to, but just because I should if I want a milder hangover tomorrow since I have to go to work.

The reason why I am so drunk is him, it's not that he has hurt me... well yeah, he has hurt me, he went home with a girl; a hot, professional high-heel model with her make up still intact even though she had been in the party longer and had been with other guys during that night. Earlier today we were talking for the first time in weeks, I can't really remember what we talked about, something about how big his dick is... just kidding... I hope. 

A month ago, he had to go to the United States to do some work there, and just yesterday he came back. We lost contact during his trip, I should not expect him to text me every night before he goes to sleep, but he could have sent me a message telling me he was back home. I think we talked about his trip, he talked about how Seattle is, "just as beautiful in reality as in the movies", or something along those lines... I hope. Me and him never really ended up being a couple, we just had sex, several times, and he made me feel special, hence my heart is a bit broken. 

He used to make me breakfast the morning after our wild nights. On our way to work, he used to buy me coffee whenever he was going out to buy one for himself. He knows my secrets and I know his. he is one of the few persons who get me. He just does. 

As I said. I am drunk,  I decide to call my friend and ask where she is. She says she is in the bathroom, that she is helping our friend Monica puke since she was pretty bad. I'll have the chance to puke myself.  Great. I go there and I find my friend, holding the poor girl's hair while she pukes, this is a mess, I want to go home, I really do, I want to drink as much water as I can and sleep. I help them a bit, kiss them goodbye and go out of the bar, I check if I have my wallet, phone and keys, check, check, check.

I see that it is raining and I take a taxi, I like moving around with taxi, I surprisingly feel safe, even being alone and rather drunk, my mom thinks it is just as dangerous as taking the bus, I feel safe because I know what to do if something happens, I have my pepper spray and I always make sure I take a picture of the certificate in the taxi, where it says the taxi number and the driver's name, I am responsible for things like these. I get home and the first thing I hear is my neighbour, the walls of this building are pretty thin so I can hear almost everything. Right now "two ghosts" is playing, she loves Harry Styles, especially his new music, she says that he has become the new prince, and to be completely honest, I agree. , and now I feel like it hits close to home, I can relate too much. I start crying and I forget to drink water, I just lay in bed and cry. I check my phone for the last time for today and I see I got a message 20 minutes ago "hey, I saw you were a bit serious when I left. Nothing happened between me and her...".

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Remember, if you liked it, let me know, and if you did not, tell me also as long as it is constructive, I would love to read your feedback. I will try to post as often as I can, I am right now on my exam period, but you will get a new one soon.