From last night
I wasn’t fully awake yet. But I was aware of the dreaded hang over. My head was pounding and my lids were too heavy to be lifted open. When I managed to fully flutter my eye lids open, the sunlight stung my irises causing me to wince at the burning sensation. I rolled around in my bed for several more minutes only to notice my bedroom walls look paler than pale.
How bad is this bloody hang over?
I couldn’t recognise my surroundings very well at first and I fought with my brain to straighten itself up. I looked around then suddenly shot up in bed. This was not my bed. Hell, this wasn’t even my bedroom.
Where was I?
Just then the doorknob clicked and an elvish looking man peeked through the door.
“Hey, you awake?“
"No?” I rolled my eyes at him, the bitter sarcasm rolling off my tongue made him laugh and walk inside.
He stopped at the edge of the bed and jammed his hands in the pockets of his dark blue trousers. I’m not sure if it was just me but the button down he wore was about to rip from the front had he dared to flex his chest. But it didn’t. It fit his muscular form perfectly.
“I uh. Didn’t know what to do with you last night so I just brought you here.” He rubbed a hand behind his neck, smiling sheepishly to himself, his gaze tracing the floor. I barely acknowledged his explanation and quickly threw the duvet off of me before realising I acted too soon.
I had clothes on. Phew.
I still had my socks on too.
"I’m just going to use the bathroom.“ I explained, getting off the bed and darting towards the bathroom door.
My reflection was a bit hazy at first but I wanted to punch myself in the face when I noticed the dishevelled freak I looked like. I was nauseous but I didn’t want to keep the man waiting outside. And so I cleaned up as best as I could and walked out.
“Where are my shoes?” I asked.
“Um, over there.” He pointed to the corner of the wall beside the cupboard. I silently tied the laces to my shoes, my mind half occupied by the Herculean figure sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers intertwined revealed the whiteness of his knuckles. He was lost in thought.
"I, I’m… um..“ My mouth felt salty and I gulped hard to swallow the distaste so I could speak clearly. "Thank you.” Was all I could say. I felt nervous and I knew that I was either going to pass out or throw up so I had to get out of there as soon as I could.
With an awkward wave of my hand I decided to just walk out the door. He still sat in his place, pursed his lips and nodded his head at me, reciprocating the awkwardness that engulfed us.
As my palm gripped the cool doorknob, I heard him call my name.
"Yeah?“ I spoke without turning around to face him.
"You don’t remember anything from last night, do you?” He asked.
I clenched my eyes shut grimacing at his question. Damn it. He had to bring this up. “What do you mean?” I played dumb. I looked at him now and he seemed a bit disappointed. Though, he smiled at me.
"Nothing.“ He said softly and then looked away.
I just stood there unsure whether to move back inside or walk outside and never see him again. But he remembered last night. I was drunk but he was sober. He probably remembered every single detail I failed to recollect right now.
"Do you remember anything from last night?” I had to make sure.
"I can’t stop thinking about it.“ He confessed, shrugging his shoulders like he was helpless about it. It made my heart flutter for a moment because I’ve wanted him for so long. But I couldn’t let this happen.
He has a girlfriend.
I can’t do this. I have to leave.
I must leave.
As I stood there agonising over my thoughts, he walked up from his place on the bed and stopped right before me. He was so close I could almost hear him breathe. I nervously looked up to see his blue eyes unflinchingly stare down at me.
"I know you want this.” He declared.
I didn’t know where he was going with this but him standing so close to me had me feeling extremely faint and I couldn’t understand how or why he was pursuing this. He was taken. What was the point of this?
“It doesn’t make any difference-"
"It can.” He cut me off. It was like he could read my mind.
“Finn” I said his name exasperatedly, not knowing how to explain to him the blasphemy he was trying to commit.
“Y/n.” He mimicked my vexed tone, grinning at me as his frame blocked my exit without me even realising it.
“You have a girlfriend!” I whisper-yelled. There I said it.
He looked at his feet and smiled to himself before bringing his hand to cup my jaw. “Had.” He grinned again.
“What?” I spat out, all flustered.
“I. Had. A. Girlfriend.” He spelled it out for me, before placing his other hand around my waist and pressing a soul searing kiss to my lips.