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Recap: It was Daryl's 35th birthday and he was feeling insecure about getting older. He was worried about the age gap between himself and Beth and thought she might want to leave him for someone younger. Beth knows that Daryl is feeling insecure but she loves him and she's never been so happy with someone before. At the party Beth ends up getting really drunk.

I can't believe there is only one more chapter left in this story. Thank you as always to everyone who is still reading, I'm glad you have stuck with it this far and I hope you are going to enjoy the ending.

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Waitress: Chapter 19: Bad Day

Daryl
I opened the apartment door and saw Beth sitting on the floor, Dixie was lying next to her. Beth was laughing at something, I'm not sure what and Dixie was wagging her tail in excitement. It's 3:15am... I've been working all day and I'm tired, I just want to go to bed.

"Beth," She looked over at me and smiled widely at me, she tried to get up but she couldn't quite do it "You need some help?" I asked her but she shook her head and tried to stand up again but she ended up falling back down to the floor and lying down next to Dixie. Is it bad I kind of debated on leaving her there?

"Daryl help," She pleaded and lifted her arms up, I sighed and grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her up so she was standing up "Do ya want some water or somethin'?" I asked her.

"No," She hiccupped "I think I need to go to bed," She stated.

"I think ya need t' go t' bed too." I agreed.

I grabbed hold of her arm to steady her and walked her to the bedroom, I let go of her and she dropped down on the bed. She groaned at the bouncing motion and put her arm over her eyes to block the light I had just turned on and looking at her I just knew that there was no way she was going to be able to undress herself and I couldn't leave her in her work clothes, she would be uncomfortable.

The things I do for this girl. I took her trainers off for her and dropped them to the floor; Beth was still awake but didn't even flinch as I continued to undress her. She did make a groaning sound as I helped her sit up so I could take her t-shirt off for her but as soon as I let her go she fell back straight onto the bed. Luckily this time her head hit the pillow and I was able to cover her up with the blanket.

Beth smiled at me as her eyes started to close.

"I love you... birthday boy," She muttered with a yawn.

"I love ya too." I replied and placed a kiss on the top of her head and turned the light off.

She was going to be out for the count in seconds. I left the bedroom and went back into the living room, Dixie was now sitting on her bed also falling asleep but as I planted myself on the couch she came and jumped up next to me, she put her head in my lap as I petted her and the two of us just sat there.

I wanna go to bed but I want Beth to be fast asleep first, I don't wanna wake her. She is going to be feeling awful tomorrow. She has never experienced a hangover before so tomorrow is going to be a huge shock to her, I don't think she really knows what she is in for. I'm kinda looking forward to it, not in a nasty way; I just wanna see how she copes with it. Beth might surprise me and be fine and deal with hangovers great but on the other hand she might just wanna stay in bed with the curtains closed all day living off water and painkillers.

I'm probably not going to be working much tomorrow, if at all, because I have a feeling that I'm going to be taking care of Beth all day and you know what? That is completely fine with me. The more time I get to spend with her the better and I don't mind if it's to take care of her and her hangover.

Beth
Oh my God. I always thought people were exaggerating when they talking about their hangovers but I literally feel like I am dying. My head feels like it has gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson, my stomach feels like a washing machine and my legs are like jelly. I don't understand how people do this regularly, it's awful. I don't understand how alcoholics do this every day, wake up feeling like this is one of the worst things I have ever felt. Knowing how I would feel waking up would put me off being an alcoholic, I can't deal with this.

Daryl found it really amusing but he has been taking good care of me. When I woke up this morning there was water and painkillers waiting for me on the bedside table, he made breakfast and said that a 'greasy' breakfast would with my stomach but it made me feel even worse... so bad in fact that I threw up three times. Daryl tried giving me bananas because apparently that also helps with hangovers but it also didn't do anything but make me feel worse.

I felt even worse when he said 'at least someone had fun last night'... I can't believe I got that drunk and didn't notice that Daryl wasn't having a good time at his birthday. I thought it would have been perfect, just a few people, some drinks, some food and a little bit of music. There were no decorations and themes and there weren't lots of people... I feel like worst girlfriend in the world. I know he didn't want the damn party but I made him go anyway, next year he isn't getting a damn party. Next year he'll be lucky if I mention his birthday.

There was a loud knock on Daryl's front door; Dixie started barking loudly thinking it was danger. The barking did nothing for my headache. Daryl opened the door and I heard the unmistakable sound of Merle Dixon, just what every person needs when they have a hangover.

I debated staying in Daryl's bedroom and hiding out but that would be rude. Merle isn't so bad and he is Daryl's brother so I do have to make an effort, even if I feel like I'm an inch away from death. Dixie hadn't met Merle before and from his loud knock she was wary of him and still barking, Daryl was trying to get her to be quiet.

I made my way out of Daryl's bedroom and into the living room.

"Dixie, be quiet," Daryl said sternly and pointed to her bed; she barked at Merle as a warning and went and sat on her bed "Hi," He said softly when he saw me "Sorry if we woke ya up," He added.

"You didn't," I assured him "Hi Merle," I greeted.

"You look a lil rough sweetheart," Merle commented with a laugh.

"Always nice to see you," I said sarcastically and sat down on the sofa "What'cha doin' here?" I asked him.

"I came t' give my baby brother is birthday present," Merle replied with a huge smile on his face that told me he was really proud of his present but I couldn't see him holding anything or anything sitting on the sofa next to him "You gotta come outside," He said to Daryl.

"What?" Daryl questioned in confusion.

"I couldn't lift it up the stairs." Merle stated.

I stood up as Daryl and Merle headed out the door and followed behind them. Merle was chuckling to himself and he seemed really happy, it piqued my interest as to what he could have got Daryl. From what Daryl has told me, the brothers don't really do birthdays and presents so I was surprised that Merle got Daryl something and it must be big if he couldn't lift it up to the apartment.

The three of us went outside and into the parking lot but there was nothing apart from the cars of the people working and a couple of the customers cars and of course Merle's bike.

"I don't see anythin'," I said.

Merle got some keys out of his pocket and handed them to Daryl.

"The Triumph's yours," Merle stated.

"What?"

Daryl looked between Merle and the motorcycle... was Merle really giving Daryl his motorcycle, why?

"A friend of mine sold me his bike. I was gonna sell this but I wanted it t' go t' someone who'd take care of it an' be able to fix it and stuff. I thought you'd like it," Merle said.

"That's really nice of your Merle," I commented and I meant it, I didn't think Merle would do something like this and by the look on Daryl's face, he couldn't quite believe it either.

"The bike is mine?" Daryl questioned.

"All yours baby brother." Merle answered.

Daryl has been out on that bike for the past four hours and I want him to come home so that I can give him his birthday present, I feel like its gonna suck a little after Merle gave him a motorcycle but I would still like to give it to him. I had to go home soon and I want to give this to him before I leave. I guess if it came down to it I could always leave them for him and give him a call tomorrow to make sure he got them.

This was not how his birthday was supposed to go! He was supposed to have a great time at his party, I was supposed to give him his present and he was going to love it and then we were going to make love together in his bed all night to celebrate him. Of course none of that happened because I got wasted, forgot to give him his present because I was so drunk, he didn't enjoy his party and now I'm sober he's gone on his new motorcycle Merle gave him. I really do feel awful about this, it was his first birthday since becoming a couple and I was so excited to celebrate with him.

I looked at the time and saw that my mother was expecting me home in the next 45 minutes and there doesn't seem to be any sign of Daryl. I don't want to leave Dixie her too long on her own, she doesn't like it, and she likes being around people and having people fuss on her. I'll speak to Carol downstairs and ask her to keep an eye on Dixie until Daryl gets back. I put his card and birthday present on his bed and closed the bedroom door as I left.

"I'll see you tomorrow Dixie," I promised and stroked her on the head, she knew I was leaving and laid down in her bed sadly "I know, I don't wanna go either but my momma is expectin' me home," I told her but she just gave me those sad puppy dog eyes.

The front door opened, making me jump slightly, Daryl came with the biggest smile I have ever seen on his face.

"Hi," He greeted happily, placing a kiss on my cheek "Where ya goin'?" He asked.

"I gotta get home," I answered.

"Everythin' ok?" He questioned with furrowed brows.

"Of course it is," I replied and gave him a fake smile, which he seemed to fall for "I gotta get goin' but I'll call ya tomorrow." I told him and kissed him once before rushing out of his apartment closing the door behind me and rushing down the stairs to exit.

This has been the worst day ever and I have no one to blame but myself.

Little bit of a shitty chapter I know but the next one is the finale and I am very excited to post it for you! I will warn you that there is a time jump but I will make it clear at the start of the next chapter. We're going to see what the future is for Daryl and Beth.

Are they still together?
If not, why?
If so, what are they up to?

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