Why No Answer? *ᴬˡᵉˣ ᵀᵘʳⁿᵉʳ*

Part 2

When you stir awake the next morning, you're sure it must have been pretty late on. Possibly early afternoon, because the light shining through the sides of your black out curtains is very bright. You're still curled up into Alex's side when you look down at your bodies, but one of your legs was resting over Alex's and your arm was now lay over his chest.

You pick your head up to glance over Alex to look at the time on your alarm clock and see that it reads 11:13. You then decided that 6 hours is enough sleep for the both of you or you'd never get out of bed.

So you disturb Alex's slumber by patting his chest a few times before poking him. After a minute, he stirs and when you feel him hold you a bit tighter to him and rub your back you decide to speak.

You say into his chest, "Happy New Year, my lovely"

"Heyyy" His deep voice calls out in surprise, as if he's shocked it's you he's hearing. He recovers well when he says, "Happy New Year."

You pick your head up to look at him and you have to admit to yourself that his messy, unstyled bed hair is very pleasing on the eye. You see him smile back at you and you ask, "You don't remember coming here, do you?"

He shakes his head, closing his eyes again and he rubs them with his other free hand. After a second he hesitantly asks, "Did I...? Did we...?"

"You wish" You softly giggle as you shake your head. "You don't remember anything, do you?"

"Not really, no" He admits with a small smile on his lips.

"You knocked on my seventy-six year old neighbour's door before you found mine which is comical because you've been here hundreds of times." You inform him as you sit up, your smile getting bigger and bigger, "Then you came in off your head, begging me to have a drink with you, so I made you go to bed."

Alex slowly sits himself up too, and when he notices his change in attire he asks, "Did you get me changed?"

"I made you get yourself changed" You inform him and Alex sighs.

"Jesus." Alex sighs, rubbing his eyes again before running a hand through his messy hair, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, you were quite funny." You grin, getting yourself out of bed, "Especially when you got all pouty asking me to stay."

You were going to have some fun teasing him today.

Alex chuckles a little before looking at you, saying, "Well I'm glad you did."

"I'm a wonderful friend..." You smile, "What can I say?"

He grins at you then and you can't help but think he is the cutest person in the world that you've ever seen first thing in the morning. How in the hell did this beautiful man in front of you drunkenly claim he had feelings for you.

"Right..." You say, "I'm going to quickly use the bathroom and then you're going to get yourself up and in the shower, and after I've made breakfast I'll tell you what else you said."

"Oh god."

An hour later, you'd both done just that. You're both up and dressed and you've made the both of you bacon butties. Alex joined you downstairs 5 minutes ago after getting dressed back into his jeans and he'd styled his wet hair with a comb you'd left on your bed for him.

Despite his hair only being styled by the drying water, it still looks great. It was definitely a shock when he initially cut it like that last year - well, two years ago now. But you think the cut suits him so well.

"How you feeling?" You ask him, thinking he looks a lot better now sat in your kitchen compared to when he was in here last night.

You're both sitting at your table now after you'd just got you both another small glass of fresh orange. He definitely looks a lot more awake now, if nothing else.