no strings attached || j.m.

14.

James must know he's done wrong. I woke up to nearly 50 messages and 20 missed calls. I completely ignore the fact that he's trying to contact me, throwing my phone across my bedroom as I walk into the kitchen to get some paracetamol, this hangover is a killer. Vodka is not my friend, definitely not with the headache it's given me.

Rummaging through my kitchen I finally managed to find the paracetamol after nearly ten minutes of searching, I really need to organise my kitchen, it's a mess. The kitchen cupboards are literally straight through the door that leads from the hallway to the kitchen so I fail to notice the hundle of blankets and a sleeping figure on my couch until i've swallowed the paracetamol and started to head back to my room. I hastily headed towards the couch until I realised that the person that was laying on my couch was exactly the person that I was trying to avoid, James. The scruffy mucky blonde hair gave it away. What is he doing here? How did he get in? A million questions begin to run through my mind until I realise that it doesn't matter how he got in but the more important matter is that he's here and he shouldn't be. I was debating whether to wait for him to wake up by himself or to wake him up right now and make him go. As much as I am mad at him, I wasn't going to be completely horrible and wake him up right now as it was only 8am and he probably drank as much if not more then I did last night so his hangover is probably on about the same level as mine, although he did deserve it after the little stunt he pulled. 

I made my way back to bed and fell asleep near enough as soon as my head hit the pillow. When I finally awoke again, feeling slightly more human then I did previously, it was gone midday. I was hoping that by the time I had awoken again James would have left but as I wondered back into the kitchen, it was apparent that he hadn't left as the smell of chocolate chip pancakes entered my nostrils. He barely cooks chocolate chip pancakes, scrap that, he barely cooks at all, he defintely knows that what he did last night was completely out of order. For now my plan was to go along with whatever James had up his sleeve and see if he would bring up the incident that happened last night by himself. 

"James" 

"Lish.. you're awake babe! I made you chocolate chip pancakes because judging by hangover, I guessed that yours would be about as bad" James spoke nervously, he was almost stuttering. 

"Yeah, I was awake earlier on so I got some paracetamol because my hangover was absolutely awful and then I saw you asleep on the couch and was half debating waking you up asking you why the hell you were sleeping on my couch?"

"Yeah about that, you weren't answering your calls or texts and I presumed you had seen what happened at the club, I mean I barely remember it even happening, Connor told me after I got back home and when you didn't answer I needed to explain myself to you and that's when I remembered that I had a spare key to your flat" James was still speaking so nervously and it was clear to me then that he was so out of it that he wasn't even aware of what happened.

"Explain yourself then"

"But Lish what about your pancakes, I'll explain after you've eaten"

"I don't want the pancakes, I don't even want anything to eat, I just want you to explain what the hell you were playing at" I almost screamed, getting even more angry about the fact that he was trying to delay the explanation. 

"Okay..."

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