𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐬

5. I caught you talking to the real me

As per mentioned, parties were not my scene. But Alex introduced me to multiple people before finally making it to where the music was louder and people were dancing very drunkenly. His hand never left from around my waist, knowing that this was a little out of my comfort zone and was trying to make me feel  better about it.

The drinks I had earlier paired with the music were both now starting to really take a hold on me. Once we made it through the multiple groups of people, Alex had not a care in the world and started dancing to The Cure like an awkward uncle at a wedding. It was probably the funniest thing I have ever seen. He saw me standing and laughing at him and immediately grabbed my hand, pulling me into him.

"You can't poke fun at me when you're not dancin yourself love," He spoke above the music and spun me around. It was the cheesiest thing- with a grin plastered on his face the entire time.

Through the haze of what I can recall from that night, Alex and I soon snuck off once more to a random room away from the chaos with some bottles of alcohol we took from the bar. We found comfort in each others company as well as our shared love of getting blackout drunk and talking of our problems. I'm not sure at all of what was said that night, and he claims he doesn't either.

What woke me up the next morning was the sound of retching coming from somewhere, I hoped it was from a bathroom. I didn't know where I was or how I got there but I was in somebody's bed. Without my own clothes on. I sat up slowly and the semi-familiar room along with the button down shirt I was wearing made something connect in my brain.

Alex? Oh god no-

The last thing I wanted was for me to have done something like, well, Alex. Alex was something I wanted sober me to enjoy. The disheveled sheets forced me to wrack my brain for any other memory to give way. With perfect timing, a shirtless Alex walked out of the bathroom connected to the room and saw me. He immediately let out a groan, covering his face with his hands.

"We didn't fuck did we?" He asked me from across the room. Running his hands through his hair, we looked at each other in mixed panic and confusion.

"I don-" I started to respond to him but that sickeningly familiar feeling from the bottom of my stomach tugged. As quickly as I could I got out of bed and bolted past Alex into the bathroom.

Here I was, tossing up my guts right in front of some guy I just met last night. Oh, did I forget to mention he's gorgeous? Alex held my hair back and tried his best to comfort me without throwing up again himself. Once I was done we sat on the bathroom floor together in silence.

"I don't think we did Alex." I said and he looked at me tiredly.

"Well are you on the pill or something?" He asked me trying to make sure that nothing was left to circumstance.

"Yes," I said, assuring him and he somewhat relaxed.

"I think there are new toothbrushes in there if you wanna, you know, get that all gone," He made some odd gestures towards which cabinets, making light of our situation, and we smiled at each other. "But I'm gonna go make coffee. Want some?" He asked, finally standing up.

"Um that'd be great yeah, water too." He nodded and left the bathroom, leaving me to sort myself out. My reflection made it seem like I had been hit by a car but I felt worse somehow. If that was possible. Doing my best to tame my hair and brushed my teeth, I started to feel a little bit better.

I was searching for my clothes in Alex's room when his phone started buzzing on the nightstand. It was someone named Nick.

ALEXS POV:

Shit. The house was a mess with living room being the worst of it. I hired a guy for the bar and he actually left it nice before he went home, it being the only part of the place that was clean.

I needed to remember what happened between Kaia and I. The thought of me being open and honest to someone I just met due to intoxication- It frightened me. I frightened myself way too often and that needed to stop, somehow. I had told myself before the party that I wouldn't let myself get carried away, I had to keep an eye on everything and myself, but I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Luckily I think we were both hammered enough so the night couldn't be a vivid memory for either of us.

I started the coffee pot and got the aspirin out cupboard, knowing that she'd probably need some too.

"Alex?" I looked up at her, she was standing in the doorway, still in my shirt from last night. I hadn't heard her come down the hallway.

"A 'Nick' was calling you," She handed me my phone and then stole my cup of coffee off the counter. I had 10 missed calls from Nick along with multiple texts from Miles that progressively got more illiterate.

Where are you? - Sent: 11:48

It's almost midnight you twat - Sent: 11:52

If you're fuckin snogging some bird rightnow im telling you I told you so - Sent: 12:36

Don't drugs be sfafe stupid - Sent: 12:51

"I'm gonna call him back," I said and she gave me a small smile. I walked out of the kitchen, dialing Nick's number, knowing that he was gonna have at me.

"Hey," I said when he picked up, pacing around on the patio, trying to ignore the mess around me.

"Where the hell did you go last night?" Nick's voice practically cut through me. I knew he was worried but he didn't have to be asshole.

"I'm fine," I told him, even though he wouldn't believe me. He didn't speak for a minute.

"Al you need to quit it, the obscene amount of alcohol as well as and lying to yourself. You can't be like this on tour," He said bluntly. Now it was my turn to not respond.

"I need to go mate, but can you at least try?" Nick sounded as if he pitied me and that is one thing that I don't need nor want. Pity.

"Yeah," I managed to get out before hanging up.