PJ's POV

I awoke to the sun shining annoyingly bright in my face. I heard a faint snore from behind me but in my hung over state it terrified me. I rolled out of the bed I was in and stood up quickly as if to prepare for an attack… for some reason. Don't ask me why I'm not feeling too good at the moment and I'm in no mood for questions.

I noticed it was Chris who had made the noise and now my vision was less blurred I realised I was asleep in his bed. In his room. I hope I didn't do anything stupid last night.

I begin to panic and my head is throbbing with a hangover worse than any I've had before. That includes the traffic cone incident in 2012, which Dan and I still can't remember anything of to this day. My head really hurts. What's more I had stood up too fast. I can hear the blood in my ears and it's creeping me out. I'm on the verge of fainting and I really need some tablets.

I steady myself on the window sill as my heart beat continues to rise. I can feel my face getting redder and I just want to pass out. I sink to the floor and breathe heavily. I hear some movement next to me. I look to my left, only to see that I wasn't the only drunk person who was sleeping in Chris' room, there was a girl on the floor to whom I'd never been properly introduced.

I start to calm down, I think to myself, 'maybe Chris is just as clueless as I am and if I go now, neither of us would remember this.'
I stand up and steady myself, I leave the bedroom and head to the bathroom. I look around his cabinets for a bit until I find some pills. As I take them out of the packet I notice that they're all gone, the packet is empty. What was the point of putting the box back in the cabinet anyway?

I jump as I notice the bathroom door was opening. This was the worst hangover I've ever had so to me it sounded like a bulldozer, right next to my ear.
"Shhhh…" I say as the door opens, now my vision's too blurry to even see who it is.
"Sorry PJ," I know that voice but it's not Chris, they're whispering but not as quietly as I would like them to. "Can I have one?" I can just about see their hand pointing to the box I'm holding.
"Not being mean or anything," I begin to reply, barely audible "but there's none left, I haven't had one yet."
"Are you sure there isn't another packet in the cupboard?"
"Not really, could you check. Please, make as little noise as you can."
"I can hardly see so I can't make that promise."

As he walks closer to me I can finally make out who he is. I never noticed Luke (AN: LukeIsNotSexy) came to this party. I don't know him very well.

I could hear him rummaging loudly but I was glad that nothing had fallen out of the cabinet yet. I stood for a few minutes, waiting. Eventually he stopped rummaging and looked at me apologetically.
"I can't find any." I tsk-ed and we walked out of the bathroom.

He did the same as me and went into the kitchen and looked in the cupboards there while I looked in the fridge. Not for tablets, I'm just hungry. He took out a glass and poured himself some water.
"Do you want a glass?" He said in a rather loud voice that made me flinch. I thought about it for a second before replying.
"Yes, thank you, Luke" He smiled and poured another drink.
"You know who I am?" He asked, sounding mildly proud of himself.
"I know of you." I said. I noticed there was some bacon in the fridge.

He handed me the glass of water and I took the bacon out of the fridge.
"Are you staying at Chris'?"
"Yeah, I'm hungry. Do you want some?" I ask, being polite as there's enough in the packet for several people.
"No thanks, I need to get home otherwise Emma will think I've cheated on her."
"Who's Emma?" I ask while putting some bacon on the grill.
"Google plus girl, you know that girl who swears a lot and reads dinosaur porn." I don't think I'll be asking anymore questions because that's just creepy.
"Okay, well see you." He finishes his water and I turn the oven on.
"Bye." He replies loudly and enthusiastically. He places his glass on the side and leaves.

A few minutes later and I turn the bacon around. It looks about done. So I begin to put it onto a plate. I flinch as I feel someone's arms snake around me.
"Hia." Chris whispers and buries his head into the crook of my neck.
"Hi… Chris." I say, confusion clear in my voice.
"You okay?" He spins me around and looks into my eyes. I can't help but do the same. I'm unsure of what is going on or why he's doing this. He wraps his arms around my hips pulling me closer. I don't care why he's doing this, I've hoped that this situation would happen for years.

He leans in and pecks my lips for a second and my eyes flutter shut. The ghost of his lips on mine lingers as I smile and he speaks again.
"Peej, are you alright, sweetie?" I realize I never answered him.
"Hung over. No memory of last night but whatever happened, I'm liking this situation." He paused for a moment and his smile faded slightly.
"You don't remember? PJ, you asked me to be your boyfriend."
"Did you say 'yes'?"

Firstly I can't believe I would be so stupid, even if I was blind drunk, it doesn't excuse my other four senses. Secondly, from the way he's acting now, he said 'yes'. I know he did act like he was gay but I always assumed he was joking. I can't believe I never asked him sooner.
"Of course I said 'yes'. You still want to be boyfrie-" I cut him off mid-sentence by kissing him passionately.

I can't believe he and I are a thing, this is the best hangover I've ever had. Honestly, I'm curios about last night but I don't need to know just yet. I'll ask about it later, I just hope Chris and I last forever. As happy as we are now.