Gajeel woke one morning with the worst hangover in the history of mankind.
He was completely clothed, on the couch, and the smoke alarm was screaming at him. He noticed a cigarette burning on the glass coffee table next to him and he put it out with a muttered curse. A few moments later, the alarm stopped and his aching brain thanked him.
Speaking of his brain... Gajeel had no idea what was going on. His memory was really fuzzy. The only thing on his mind was how dry his mouth felt and how much he needed to take a piss.
Gajeel relieved himself and, after washing his hands, began to chug water directly from the bathroom tap. He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and set off to see if Lucy had made breakfast. He got into the kitchen and paused when he saw she wasn't up yet. Gajeel glanced at the clock and saw it was nearing noon, meaning his blonde girlfriend would have definitely been up. And she definitely would have woken him for breakfast. After searching the entire house, he came to the conclusion that Lucy wasn't there.
And to be frank, that worried the hell out of him.
He sat on the couch where he had woken and tried to remember what he did. His brow furrowed as his memory began to return.
Gajeel remembered that the door was locked and that he had forgotten his keys, and with a glance at the living room window he confirmed that he did, in fact, come in through the window last night. It was broken, and the curtains around it were wavering slightly from the breeze. He winced, seeing that he drunkenly parked his car in the yard in lieu of using the driveway.
"Who the hell even let me drive home like that." he muttered, rubbing his throbbing temples. Oh yeah, probably his even more idiotic friends, Natsu and Gray. He suddenly remembered something else.
He wished he hadn't remembered this part.
Lucy had woken up when he came home, pretty frightened he guessed because she was holding a lamp defensively after he smashed the window in and jumped through it. That was gonna be a bitch to replace. And when she saw how drunk he was and what he had done to the window, she was pissed. He should have been expecting her anger, because he had been out drinking every night for the past two weeks. After getting laid off he was taking it pretty rough.
"Gajeel," she had seethed, lowering the lamp, "what the hell do you think you're doing?!" In his memory, she was royally pissed off, and he vaguely remembered a fight afterwards. Gajeel had the inkling he tossed around a few words he shouldn't have. He knew she threw something at him, and he remembered her storming off. He grabbed for his phone and saw that he had a few missed calls from Gray and Natsu, but those could wait.
Gajeel called Lucy immediately needing to know what had happened.
"Hello, you've reached the personal number for Lucy Heartfilia!" her voice chirped tinnily through his phone's speaker. "I can't come to the phone right now, but please leave a message after the-" he hung up and dialed again. Her voicemail came up immediately once again, so he decided to leave her a message.
"Lucy, I don't know what happened, but I really need to talk to you. Please tell me," he grunted out, head still pounding with a hangover. "Why my car is in the front fucking yard, and I'm sleeping with my clothes on in the living room. And why I came in through the window. Can we just forget about the shit I said when I was drunk, I really didn't mean it, just please tell me why you're gone." he pleaded, finishing the message and sitting back on the couch. I really fucked it all up, didn't I, Gajeel thought to himself with a groan. He had no idea what had actually went down the night before, but he knew it was his own damn fault.
He was, after all, his own worst enemy.