A collection of 28 meet cutes for February
Meet Cute Marathon - Prompt:
Day twenty-four
I woke up hungover, I have no memory of last night and there's a number written on my arm. I call it and you answer the phone with "Oh its you . About last night..."
23
A Number
Remus tried the number that was on his arm for the seventh time. He couldn't work out what had happened to him. He was in a stranger's bed (clothed) and had a number scrawled on his arm in blue biro. He knew he wasn't hurt, but he needed an idea of what was happening.
He glanced at the screen of his phone and frowned. Why was this person not calling back?
...oOo…
It took two more calls and an hour of waiting before Remus got a call back. He hadn't been in a rush to leave one he realised the strangers bed was in fact a hotel-room so he had fallen back asleep, a little more relieved.
He got through to the number when he woke up again.
"Hi Remus, about last night…"
Remus cringed. This guy knew his number and name and he couldn't recall a single thing.
"I still want to take you out to dinner tonight. Can I?"
"Sure," Remus said, hoping the stranger would fill him in on events.
….oOo...
Of all the people Remus expected to see, it wasn't Sirius. He remembered Sirius from school - he had always been on the verge of being a troublemaker, but not actually causing trouble. The worst he had done was smoke cigarettes outside of the school grounds.
"You know, I've always wanted to take you to dinner," Sirius said. "When I saw you in the pub last night… well, I had to at least give you my number. But you were really out of it so I made sure to write it on your arm where you'd see it. I was scared you wouldn't call."
Remus glanced over Sirius for a long moment. He had always had a bit of a crush on Sirius - especially when they were in the same class. "I don't think I could ever say no to having dinner with you," he replied.