Beautiful Boy

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amara haven

I woke up on top of Nic.

I didn't remember anything.

I moved off of him and touched my pounding head, trying to piece something together.

He took a deep breath and his eyes opened, "Morning."

"What happened?" I asked, "Why did I wake up on top of you?"

"You insisted on cuddling last night," he sat up.

"I did?" I questioned.

I hated it. I couldn't remember anything.

"Mhm. Right after you told me you love me and want to marry me," he said.

"What?!" I shrieked, panic overtaking my body, he laughed.

"You're joking," I muttered, hitting his shoulder, "Not funny."

"Do you want me to tell you what happened?" He asked.

I nodded.

"You left after reading that letter, then Elena brought you home around an hour later and you were pissed. I helped you get ready for bed, and you asked me to sleep with you, and if we could cuddle. That's pretty much it," he explained.

"Fuck, I don't remember anything," I said.

"You were pretty drunk," he added, "If that's any comfort to your memory."

I rolled my eyes, "Oh yes, I feel amazing about getting shit-faced after two months of sobriety."

"Not what I meant," he muttered.

"Maybe Elena remembers something," I suggested, leaning over to grab my phone.

I hit 'Call' and waited for her to answer.

"Amara! Hey! How are you?" She asked.

"I'm okay, I guess. Do you remember what happened last night? How I ended up with you?" I questioned.

"Put her on speaker," Nic spoke.

"Oh, hey Nic," Elena said.

"Hey," he muttered.

"So, what happened?" I asked.

"Well, I was out for dinner with my parents and my brother, and I saw you at the bar in the restaurant. When I realised it was you, I ran over and you asked me to take you home, so I did," she replied.

I racked my brain trying to remember something.

Then it hit me, the bartender hit on me.

"Okay, okay, I remember the bartender hitting on me," I said.

"What?" Nic asked, "Seriously? Again?"

"Shh!" I muttered.

"Then your brother, he was the one with the tattoo of a bird, right?" I asked Elena.

"Yeah, on his arm," she replied.

Things were slowly piecing back together, one by one.

"Okay... okay, then I remember asking Nic about his guitar," I said.

"Yeah," Nic nodded.

"Can I ask why you were at the bar getting drunk?" Elena asked.

"I- it's a long story that'll probably make you run in the opposite direction," I responded truthfully.

"Please, I think we're past that part of the friendship," she chuckled.

"I've been an alcoholic for years and I recently got sober, but something happened yesterday, and well..."