They should be left behind

•The man next to me•

A killer headache decides to make it's presence known to me, waking me up in the process. I feel so groggy and hungover it's unbelievable. I mean I knew this would happen... but still!

I groan and attempt to turn around to make myself more comfortable in my incredibly soft bed. Struggling to do so I realised that something heavy lay across my waist. Probably the dog or something.

Temporarily ignoring whatever it is, I continue to fight in my quest to turn around to find myself a more snug positioning. I wished to find solace in more sleep but clearly the world hates me. I could feel the piercing sunlight shining down on me, and realised that my drunk ass must've forgotten to close the damn curtains. I blinked a little bit and closed my eyes again with a groan, throwing an arm over my shut eyes to further try to block the sunlight.

Giving up on sleep I attempt to just lay down with my eyes closed for a bit. That is before a sudden epiphany hit me at full force.

I don't have a dog, nor any fucking pet in the first place.

I don't have my window next to the side of my bed.

And I sure as hell don't have a bed that is this damn soft.

What's going on?

My eyes flew open. And I hurriedly looked around me, turning my head left and right to get a good view of wherever on earth I am.

I remember the last time I got so hammered I ended up in a jacuzzi on the roof of this fancy hotel in the middle of the city far from where I lived. Me still in my dress and one heel, 5 bottles of prosseco from my birthday bash rolling around the floor near me (obviously consumed by yours truly) with my other heel at least three meters away. It was precariously hanging by the heel, dangling dangerously as if taunting me and was ready to tip into the swimming pool at any time. Also there lay some of my friends scattered across the roof just as wasted as me, if not worse...

So I had thought.

It wasn't until I got to a mirror to attempt to somewhat fix myself up that I realised that I was worse. My makeup was smudged and my face was still smeared with cake frosting here and there as red lipstick marks littered my face and upper body.

From the normal photos and Polaroid shots we could see that we had a fun and crazy night, and that the lipstick marks were left by my friends who clearly had no idea what they were doing.

The photo that made me laugh the most was the picture of Noah with bright red lipstick on, looking like an absolute clown, attempting to kiss my cake smeared face as a dare. He would still do it without it being a dare as a friend, but he was desperate from what I remember because the penalty drink that everyone threw random foods and liquid substances in looked disgusting. I wanted to see him drink it for his reaction so I pushed him away, but he honestly acted as if his life would be at stake if he drank that nasty concoction made with the evilest of intentions from us all.

He drank the drink. He puked really bad. It was hilarious. He ended up cursing at me and whining for the rest of the night like the big baby he is.

Ahh memories.

I shake off the memories and start to observe my surroundings. Back to the present, the room I currently was staying in was definitely not my bedroom. It looked lavish, most likely a hotel room. The walls were white and covered in marvellous panelling work, one side being a wall with an accent colour. It looks really pretty so I honestly wouldn't mind having something like it done in my room.

The walls had a few decorative pieces; paintings, wall lamps, a mirror, mounted shelves with plants and books and stuff and a large golden analogue clock which read eight o'clock. The ceiling was also white and around the edges spaced equally around, circular recessed lighting was mounted, giving off a more modern vibe along with the rest of the room.

I could see a really comfortable looking sofa, a coffee table, a TV, bedside tables and lastly some doors. 1 glass door leading to a beautiful, wide balcony and 3 normal doors.

After observing for a while the thing next to me shifted a little. It was at this time I decided to stop prolonging the inevitable and just look. I saw it was a man and the panicking set in. I shakingly resolve myself to the fact that I've just had another drunk escapade. I don't remember what I did drunk. I usually seem put together but I definitely don't feel it. Also the worst part is that the memories just disappear for a while before they come back...

I need to go.

I slowly pick up his arm and slide off the bed, looking around for my clothes I find them and quickly dress, deciding to make a quick escape. Swiping my bag off the bedside table I look back at the man one more time and see curly brown shoulder length hair splayed all over a handsome face with sharp features, the covers I pulled away showing a peek of a good looking body.

He looks good but seeing as I lack the memories to make a proper judgement, I guess he can just be another one night stand. He's not the first of those kind anyway.

I make my way to the doors attempting to find the exit. Discovering the way out I leave whilst finger combing my black bobbed hair, making sure it isn't messy, and press the button to call for the elevator once I've reached it.

Once inside I look for my phone to call for an uber or taxi or something so I can get home. Leafing through my bag I suddenly see a new piece of paper, folded and tucked in there securely. I unfold it and find a number scrawled on the paper along with the name "Ezra". I decide to keep the paper just on a whim and put it back, fishing my phone out and calling for transport.

As I get to the lobby I see a couple stares, so I look for and go to the bathroom. Once I see my reflection I curse myself for being so rushed. I look like an entire mess and then some. So now I fix my appearance slowly and meticulously, awaiting my mode of transport.

A message on my phone catches my attention. It's to let me know my car is here.

I go outside and look left and right for the vehicle that's meant to take me home. A quick beep catches my attention so I head that way and ask the driver if she was meant to pick up a "Sage D'Angelo." She said yes.

I enter the car and try really hard to recall anything I can of last night.

My eyes stay tranfixed on the road as we start to head off towards my house, the driver attempting to make idle chatter before eventually giving up from lack of enthusiastic response. I truly don't want to be rude, but this is not the time. My monotone responses didn't seen to get her mood down to the point of tension though so that's a plus.

The driver takes a call and I use this time to slowly try to recall the night's events.

Club.

Drinks.

Bar.

More drinks. (Typical).

Man.

Sexy.

Hotel.

The keywords start coming to me as I piece together my night. I realise I made the first move on that alluring man. I remember his golden sense of humour and amazing style. I remember feeling comfortable with him albeit a bit nervous at times. I remember great dancing and the fantastic feel of his hands on me....

Damn I shouldn't have left too soon. Thinking back I felt a slight connection that I feel could've slowly turned into something more. He was an amazing man. But It's a bit awkward to go back or call him now seeing as I've already left him so I guess I won't. If fate allows we'll meet again. I then see were getting close to my residence and pull myself out of my thoughts, at the least happy I've gotten a good night to remember.

But I should've known that although I talked of fate sparking any more coincidental interactions between us, it had more plans to intertwine our lives.