Housekeeper✨Dream x Reader ✨

31) What. The. Heck.

10:00 (Sunday)

I woke up on the ground of the bathroom with a killer head ache.

AGHHHH I WANT TO DIE! THIS HEADACHE IS KILLING ME.

I had no recollection of the night before. Most of it felt like a fever dream but I realized that it must have been one heck of a night because of all the mess we left behind.

There were bottles of beer and plastic cups eve everywhere. There were also potato chips all over the floor...I didn't know we even had chips.

I walked to my room and saw Zack passed out on his bed. I closed the door to his room because it smelled awful. It was a mix of alcohol and vomit that made my nose burn. I got to my room and laid on my bed.

After I got comfortable on my bed I heard a knock at the door.

"Ughhh," i groaned, knowing that it was probably the neighbors about to complain about the noise last night.

I ignored it in hope that they will give up and go away but they kept on knocking.

"Ughhh coming!" I groaned as I got up and made my way to the door, almost tripping and falling along the way.

I opened it and expected a full on rant from my neighbor's but was shocked to see Clay standing at the door.

What the- am I dreaming?

"Oh wow. You had quite a night." He said while looking inside the house, giving a smirk.

"W-what are you doing here?" I asked in complete disbelief and confusion.

"You asked me to come over yesterday to help with your hangover. You were drunk so you probably don't remember." He said with a chuckle.

"I-I aske- Huh?!" Thinking about what he was saying made my head hurt even more.

"Come on, go lay down. I'll take care of you." he said giving me a sweet smile

I complied because I genuinely just wanted to get back into bed. I had no strength in me to argue about it.

"O-okay let me get some water though." I said as I started to walk to the kitchen. "Do you want any?" I asked

"Hey!" He said and grabbed my hand, not letting me walk away.

"I'll take you some water, just go lay down." He said

"It's fine, I can do it." I laughed

"Nope." He said while popping the p.

"It's my turn to take care of you" he said and let go of my hand.

I just nodded and made my way to my room and plopped myself onto my bed. I tried to remember what exactly happened last night.

What did he mean, "i asked him to come over?" I don't remem-

Then it dawned on me. I quickly grabbed my phone from my nightstand and checked my calls from yesterday.

There it was.

A call from last night to Clay that lasted 16 minutes. I internally screamed.