AMY
The sunlight broke through the blinds in my London bedroom, the natural daylight blinding my vision and becoming a catalyst for the pounding in my head. My head nestled into my pillow kingdom as my body started to wake. I could taste stale alcohol on my breath.
Jolting me wide awake, a wave of nausea ran through my body causing me to rush onto my feet and sprint into the en-suite. I fell down onto the cold tiled flooring to put my head into the toilet bowl, releasing the contents of my stomach. As I continued to heave, the tears pricked down my cheeks whilst my eyes stayed closed tightly shut.
I felt a warm hand on my back as someone crouched down next to me. Their hand wrapped my hair into a slight ponytail to keep my hair out of my face.
"Hey, shhh, there's no need to cry." The familiar Australian voice whispered softly next to my neck as he planted a small kiss on my shoulder.
I groaned as I heaved one final time.
"Come on, let's get you back to bed." He supported my weight and helped me back on my feet. Before he walked me into the bedroom, he flushed the toilet for me, getting rid of the night before.
"What are you doing here?" I asked as I sat down softly on the bed. I grabbed my head in my hands as a method to get my headache to stop.
"You invited me here." Daniel smiled and knelt down in front of me, placing a hand on each of my exposed thighs. I looked down to notice that I was only wearing a large t-shirt, presumably Daniel's, and my thong. Daniel was wearing nothing but his boxers. God, I forgot how good he looked.
"Did we?" I asked as I noticed our lack of clothing. Daniel giggled and shook his head.
"Absolutely not, you were far too drunk."
Daniel helped me back under the covers and turned around to find his jeans which had been placed over the back of my vanity chair. He shuffled them up his legs and around his hips, swiftly pulling the zipper up and fastening the top button. He looked around to locate his top, before realising that I was wearing it.
"I'm going to need a shirt." He mumbled and looked back at me passed out on the bed. "You didn't spew on it did you?"
"You want this back?" I asked and pulled at the fabric. He nodded in response and bit his lip.
"I really need to get going. I have a simulator day at MTC."
I nodded and slowly stood up out of bed. Daniel rushed over to support me and tried to sit me down again.
"Ame, you need to rest your hangover." Daniel instructed but I remained stood.
"I thought you wanted your shirt." I said softly and moved closer to Daniel.
He looked down at me and placed his hands on my hips. I placed my hands on his chest and cuddled into him. His warmth was very much needed to comfort me and to distract me from the overwhelming feeling of nausea. Daniel kissed the top of my forehead as we held each other, the silence wrapping us together. Daniel's hands now rested on my bare skin under his t-shirt. I stepped back slightly, still in his embrace and raising my arms above my head, indicating for Daniel to undress me.
Daniel softly smiled as he pulled the cotton fabric from my torso, exposing my bare breasts. His breath slowly hitched as he looked over me, only wearing my panties. In this moment, I didn't question what I was doing. I wanted Daniel to look at me. I wanted Daniel to do other things to me as well. Why was this so confusing?
Daniel slowly reached for my hand and took me back into bed, wrapping me up and tucking me into my sheets. He leaned over me and kissed my forehead. I shut my eyes to feel his lips on my skin.
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THREE - Daniel Ricciardo
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