this is what it feels like // calum hood

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THE NEXT MORNING

Aly woke up with a pounding in her head, her stomach felt like an active volcano as it processed all the alcohol she had the night before.

She slowly rolled over in the bed, careful to not wake Calum, who was only about an inch away since her bed was so much smaller than his.

Aly slowly got out from under the covers, and slid down to the end of the bed.

"Where are you going?" Calum asked, his eyes still closed.

"I'll be right back," she whispered standing up, the black shirt, Calum's shirt, she had on sliding to cover her whole body.

Aly slipped away to use the bathroom as quick as she could because she was freezing and just wanted to lay back in bed.

When she crawled back in bed, Calum instantly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest, nuzzling his head in her neck. She smiled as he lightly kissed her neck.

They both drifted back to sleep for a while until a knock on the door woke them both up. Aly slowly sat up, and Calum rubbed his eyes.

"You both dressed?" Sierra asked, her voice was cheery and light.

"Yes," Aly groaned, pushing some of her hair away from her face.

The bedroom door slowly opened. Aly turned to look at the doorway.

"We're gonna order food, do you guys want anything?" Sierra leaned against a doorway.

"Ooo," Aly sleepily smiled, "Yes, please, where from?"

"Yeastie Boys"

That name sparked joy deep with in Aly's soul, "A cheddy wap, please. And hash browns."

Sierra nodded.

"Black coffee please," Calum spoke still laying down.

"No food?" Aly looked down at him. He had gotten much drunker than she had last night, she didn't know how he didn't need food.

"If I eat right now it would not end well," he slowly opened his eyes.

"Do you want coffee, Aly?" Sierra asked.

"No thank you," Aly started to crawl back down into the covers.

"You're welcome!" Sierra cheered turning to walk out, pulling the door shut behind her.

Aly rolled on her side, face to face with Calum. He gently drew her hair away from above her brow.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, hand sliding down her arm.

"Like I have acid in my stomach, how are you, Mr. one more shot?" she teased him.

"Oh god," he groaned briefly recalling his actions from last night, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, you're a fun drunk," Aly smiled, her hand coming to his face, thumb running over his cheek, her smiling growing before she spoke again, "And even more fun in bed." She glanced down at his lips.