Third Person POV
Sophie woke up on the kitchen counter in Joe’s house the next morning with a pounding headache. She groaned sitting up and looking around to see Bradley passed out on the floor; and Trevor passed out in the fridge, literally the fridge was open and his face was down in the vegetables. She wiped under her eyes getting off the makeup under her eyes and put her hair up in a ponytail with the hair ties she always had on her wrist. She hopped down from the counter and walked out into the living room to see it trashed the couch upside down and cups everywhere. She walked up stairs to see Calum passed out on the stairs quickly taking a picture. She walked up seeing Luke and Ashton cuddled up on the couch in the loft and smiled taking a quick picture before continuing on. She walked seeing a door halfway open and she pushed it open slowly before quickly shutting it seeing, a naked, Joe and Harrison in bed. She shook her head walking to the last room opening it cautiously and seeing Michael passed out on the bed.
She stood in the doorway just admiring him with his blue hair sticking up all over the place and his mouth hung open slightly with small breathes escaping his lips. She was just standing there when someone said something.
“Take a picture it’ll last longer” Michael mumbled, she jumped not expecting him to be up. She blushed looking down as he groaned sitting up
“I’m going to go um get uh Ash up” she mumbled turning to leave
“Wait” he said quickly standing up and ignoring his pounding head. She tried getting out but he soon was behind her closing the door quickly. She turned around with his arm trapping her with her back against the door.
“Michael let me go” she said strictly
“No not this time” he shook his head putting his other arm on the other side of her head. “We need to talk”
“About what?” she asked
“Abigail” as soon as he said her name Sophie flinched looking away from his eyes “Sophie nothing happened” he said trying to make her look at him
“I saw you guys kissing” she mumbled still looking anywhere but him, he took one hand away from the door and cupped her cheek making her look at him.
“She just came up and kissed me I don’t like her, hell I barely know her” he said quietly rubbing his thumb gently across her cheek
“But maybe you do like her, plus she’s in your group so she won’t trouble you” she said looking past Michael
“Hey” he whispered moving her to look at him again “You don’t trouble me”
“But this is so hard” she said tearing up a bit
“I know” he whispered wiping under her eyes “I know”
“Why me?” she asked suddenly, he looked at her confused until she explained “Trevor said usually everyone gets those notes, why is it just me this time? Like why me?”
“I don’t know” he said quietly wiping under her eye again
“What happened last night?” she asked
“I don’t know” he said thoughtfully “I remember taking shots then everything is blurry from there”
“Wait shot?” she asked and he nodded “I don’t remembering seeing you at shots”
“Who you didn’t seem that drunk when I saw you there” he chuckled staring into her hazel eyes
“I can hide it” she smirked
“You don’t have your glasses” he commented
“Contacts, don’t have to worry about breaking or losing them” she shrugged
