woop new chapter, sorry it's so short. I had written more but it's all linked together so this chapter would either have been really long or really short. Longer one next time I swear.
I dragged my eyelids slowly open, the morning light pouring through the window. My head felt like someone was kicking it repeatedly and I felt more then slightly nauseated. It eventually dawned on me that the window in mine and Tasha's room was nearly always covered with a thick curtain, keeping the morning sunlight out, unlike the one in here. I looked around and realised that I wasn't in my room, I wasn't in my bed, and I wasn't alone.
I remembered nothing from the night before but thought that mine and Dan's plan must have been successful as I was lying in the bed of...of...of Dan?! I sat up quickly, worry washed over me like a bucket of freezing water as I looked at the back of Dan's head, realising that in our drunken confusion something must have happened between us. Well it had to, I was in his bed. Dan stirred and rolled over, slowly opening his eyes as my movement must have disturbed his sleep. He saw me looking back at him with wide, worried eyes and was instantly awake. He sat up and stared ahead for a while before cursing loudly. "Fuck!" He yelled. "what the hell happened?!" He looked at me, his voice equally as loud as before.
"I have no idea but if you keep yelling the others are gonna hear and I think it's best if this NEVER HAPPENED!"
"Agreed!" It went silent for a moment before Dan turned to me and said. "Maybe nothing actually happened?"
"Uh, Dan..." I started, trying not to look directly at him. "You're naked, I'm half naked, there's a condom lying by your feet..."
"Oh." It went silent again, the awkwardness growing. "...at least we remembered the condom." He pointed out.
"Maybe we shouldn't talk."
"Good idea."
For another few minutes it was silent, neither of us able to look at the other until I said. "Maybe you should put some clothes on."
"Oh shit, yeah." He rolled off the bed and began pulling on pants and trousers, desperately trying to remember anything that happened last night. I sat on the bed, realising that my clothes were missing but my underwear was on, thankfully. My clothes lay in a heap on the floor next to the bed, the purple vest top and pink shorts bringing back memories of being on the balcony last night. I wondered how I didn't freeze to death wearing very little in weather so cold. I pulled my shorts up and yanked the tight, red vest top over my head, wondering how drunk I was to not remember a thing and my head feeling as if it had been stamped on.
"I'll leave now," Dan began, holding my attention. "And while I chat to the others and ask them what happened last night you slip out."
"Sounds good."
Dan opened the door and fell into the hallway, trudging to the living room while I watched from the door. Phil was awake and wearing his Pyjamas while sipping tea from his favourite mug. "Now who leaves everything open!" Phil remarked with a grin in Dan's direction.
"What?" Dan asked in a whiny voice, holding his head in pain.
"You left the balcony door wide open last night. It was freezing and someone could have climbed the wall and macheted us up in our sleep."
"Phil, we're on the ninth floor."
"It's still possible."
"If you have the effort." Dan collapsed on the sofa and covered his eyes with his pale arm. "It's too bright!" He complained loudly. "And my head hurts."
"Hangover?" Phil pushed Dan's feet off the end of the sofa and perched on the end, looking at his friend who nodded his head.
"Worst one ever."
"Yeah.. You were pretty drunk."
While the boys sat in the bright living room I slipped out the door to Dan's room and into the safety of my dark, quiet one. Tasha was still asleep, so perhaps she would simply think I had come home late. Collapsing on my springy double bed I ripped off the clothes I had just put on and hid under the warmth and safety of the duvet, trying to hide from the self loathing and feeling of stupidity from the night before.
