Disclaimer: Not mine. This is just a product of my overactive imagination that I must
put into words before I lose my mind.
Pairings: Oliver Wood & Katie Bell
Rating: PG-13 for starters, but it might go up in later chapters…we'll see…
Summary: After binging on alcohol & heartache the night before, Katie & Oliver
woke up naked & in bed together without remembering much of what
happened the night before. They were ready to write it off as a one-night-
stand, but something about that night changed their lives...forever...
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Author's Note: I wrote this with Sean Biggerstaff in mind for Oliver Wood &
Eliza Dushku in mind for Katie Bell. I just had this idea for
a story about Oliver & Katie since I read a couple of good ones
and instantly hit with an idea for a story based on this two
characters. I dunno if this plot has been used before, nevertheless
this is my own take at their story so please be kind and read and
review, alright? THANKS!
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I. Waking Up (Prologue)
She woke up next to the young man sleeping peacefully beside her on the bed that was alien to her. She had no recollection whatsoever leading to her ending up in bed with this man. Of course he was no stranger to her. She spent a good part of her life going to school with him, attended every class she had with him, and played alongside him on their school's house team. She knew him well enough to know that there would be no way he would pay the slightest bit of attention to her. She wasn't his type; she knew that for a fact.
Careful not to wake him up, she gingerly lifted his hand that was wrapped possessively around her waist. She quietly slid off the bed, moving inch by agonizing inch until she was safely off the bed. She only gave herself a moment to watch the sleeping man before she moved around the bedroom hunting for her clothes. They must have had a hell of a good time last night based on where she found her clothes scattered about in his room (or at least she hoped it was his room). She donned on her clothes and without a backward glance left the room and then man sleeping on the bed.
God, how will she face him now after this fiasco?
She couldn't think straight right now. She needed to get out of here as fast as she could and never look back.
Yes, that was what she had to do. She'd leave his place, apparate back to her flat, brew a potion to stop the throbbing in her head, take a long, relaxing bath with over a dozen scented candles lit up, and she'd forget last night ever happened. Not that she remembered much of what happened the night before anyway, but waking up naked next to him was enough to confirm they did more than just sleep!
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He woke up to the sound of a pair of robins chirping from a branch outside his bedroom window. It was a nice sound to wake up to. He rolled on to his stomach and frowned when he hugged a big, empty gap on his bed instead of his arm usually dangling down the side. The only time that doesn't happen was when he…had…a woman…over…
"Holy shit!" his eyes quickly snapped open and he stared at the pillow next to him still bearing the imprint of her head on it.
His entire body stiffened as he listened for sounds of her moving about outside, but he heard none. She must've snuck out before he woke up. Rolling on to his back, he covered his eyes with the back of his arm, groaning out loud as he recalled the events of the previous evening. His memory was a bit sketchy, but he knew a considerable amount of booze was consumed and she had been crying a lot prior to them binging on alcohol.
He only meant to console her for her troubles. Sleeping with her wasn't part of it! Waking up naked and alone in bed with her sweet familiar scent lingering in the air and the visible imprint of her head on the pillow next to his confirmed what he was afraid of.
Now he was faced with the dilemma of seeing his friend and talk about last night. It would be very difficult and awkward between them.
"Shit!" he pushed himself up and off the bed. Yanking the door open, he trudged out into the hallway in all his naked glory and headed for the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stepped under the strong blast of lukewarm water. He needed to have a clear head in order to get through today. Then he would have to face her and deal with what happened.
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PhoenixRae's Notes: Well this is my first try at writing an Oliver/Katie story after reading some good stories about them. Anyway, tell me what you think of it, aight? I got the second chapter finished and ready for posting, but I need to know your opinions first on this one, aight? So don't forget to leave a review & let me know if it sucks or not...
