Love Train

morning after

I was blinded with direct sunlight as I rolled over to find comfort in my bed. I let out a loud groan; not only because I'd been woken up prematurely, but because of the hangover that began to wash over me. I felt it run up my body and hit my stomach. Fuck.

My eyes shot open and I ran for the bathroom only just making it before I started throwing my guts up. 

I fell back onto the bathroom floor, splaying myself out on the cool tiles. I was shivering but I didn't want to move as my headache was making my brain explode. I figured as I was alone I could let myself groan as loudly as I wanted. I definitely sounded like a dying animal.

I couldn't remember a thing after doing those body shots with Ryan and Bam, which happened not long after I'd seen Johnny and that cameraman speaking... damn. I wasn't going to think about that.

I managed to sit myself up against the bathroom wall and hugged my knees, teeth chattering. I looked myself over and had literally only just realised all I was wearing was a white scrappy Band Of Skulls crop singlet that was so worn it was see-through and a skimpy pair of underwear. 

"You look like a whore, Mac," I lightly laughed at myself but soon stopped as the movement caused my stomach to churn.

I sat there for a couple more minutes and then finally managed to get myself on my feet and out of the bathroom. I dragged my feet over to the window and drew the curtains closed in hope that I could get more z's to kill the hangover. I spun slowly on my feet but quickly froze, the sight that met my eyes made bile rise in my throat.

Johnny stood there rubbing his eyes, his bedhead spiking up in all directions. My breathing hitched as my eyes scanned his body - he was in nothing but a pair of boxers that hung low on his hips, which made me incredibly worried... but man, he looked good. 

SHUT UP.

"Where did you just come from?" I asked firmly, but it came out more raspier and broken than I'd hoped.

Johnny jumped a bit having not noticed I was there and he grabbed onto his chest with one hand as if he'd just had a heart attack.

"Jeez, Mac," he panted, "You scared the shit out of me."

After a beat he put his hands up in defence, "Not literally. I didn't actually sh-"

"What are you doing in my room?" I pressed.

"I... well I guess WE-"

"We didn't, did we?"

"What?" Johnny looked at me for a second and then his eyes widened, "No, no! Not THAT!"

For some reason I was hurt he sounded so offended at the thought, even though I'd never sleep with him anyway...

"What happened then?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.

Johnny tilted his head, "You really don't remember?"

"No." 

"Well, everyone was leaving and your friend left earlier with 'O so you didn't really have anyone to come back here with," Johnny scratched his head and didn't meet my eyes as he tried to recollect what happened, "I think we walked back here and I was gonna stay with 'O because he's located somewhere here as well - but you didn't want to be left alone and you kept asking me to stay and sleep in your friends bed-"

"Kristen." I interrupted without thinking and he nodded.

"So I agreed. We ended up getting here and there's only one bed so I guess we just went straight to sleep."

"You guess?" I raised my eyebrows.

Johnny took a deep breath and had trouble meeting my eyes, "Nothing else happened, Mac."