Love On Fire

Hungover

Honking outside causes a blaring headache to spread across my head. A low groan escapes my lips as I place a hand over my forehead. A warm body wraps itself around me under blankets, buffering me from the noise.

Continuous carols and honks blow outside causing my hangover to progress.

Groans rumble over, causing me to peak an eye open at Matt, my eyes squinted in slight pain as I look at his blurry sleepy figure.

"Would they just shut up." Matt mumbles lowly, putting all his weight ontop of me, burrowing his head into my bare chest.

I hum and shift under his weight before I get poked in the leg. My eyes bulge open, despite the burning from the sun.

"Matt..." I question, gaining a small hum from him.

"Where are our clothes?" I question, not remembering last nights events but seeing my exposed chest and feel him on my thigh.

"Uhh..." He trails off, leaning his head off my bare chest, now noticing we are both naked.

I turn my head to the side of the bed to see both our clothes on the floor, as well as a used condom.

A giggle bubbles out as I cover my face while I laugh.

"Even drunk we were smart enough." Matt laughs, putting his face back down onto my chest, breathing heavily through his nose as he tries to get comfortable.

"What happened last night?" I groan rubbing my head.

"Last thing I remember is dancing." Matt groans, clearly wanting to sleep off the hangover.

"Same." I hum, a yawn escaping my lips, before the thought of everyone else comes to mind.

"Get off." I huff, using my weak tired muscles to try and push Matt off of me, but his dead weight doesn't budge.

"Why?" He whines, wrapping his arms around me as he snuggles even closer.

"We did have guests last night. That were quite drunk." I remind him, squinting through the sun as I try to find his glasses.

"Fine." He whispers, rolling off my body and to the spot next to me. 

With all my energy I rock up and pick up Matt's button up shirt, covering my bare body with it.

With still closed eyes I grab Matt's glasses and place them over my eyes, blocking out all the sun from the windows.

I shuffle out the door to see Avi sprayed on the sofa, his hair that was in a neat bun now sprayed in every direction as his head dangles off the sofa, only his torso being covered with a knitted blanket as both his legs are hanging off.

My eyes trail to Foggy and Karen who share the air bed on the floor that is now fully deflated. Both their clothes lay on the floor messily, quite like Matt's and I's. My face scrunches up slightly, putting a mental note to throw that bed away.

Making my way to the kitchen I start to make coffee and toast bread. The smell of food starts to slowly wake everyone up, Avi being first.

"Well don't you look lovely." I tease him as he stumbles into the kitchen, holding his head and pushing back his messy hair.

"Shhh." He tells me, placing a finger to my lips and stealing my coffee.

"I had the weirdest dream last night." He groans, taking a seat on the stool.

"Yeah?" I whisper, pouring myself another glass.

"Yeah...you were doing a Russian accent impersonation. You were so good too." He chuckles shaking his head, but his words make my hungover reflexes drop my mug in shock. Thankfully to be caught by Matt which I didn't even know was behind me.