Y/N x Eddie Munson

Chapter 24 - Aftermath

Y/N POV

Ergh, my head.

I didn't think a head could hurt this much. In what conceivable world do I ever think it's a good idea to drink that much?

I roll over in a humph, eyes still squeezed closed trying desperately to will away the sunlight that will almost definitely burn my eyeballs clean out of my skull, stretching my arms out in front of me in search of Eddie. I remember us kissing but not much after that, I must have been a mess.

God, note to self; do not drink too much before lovely nearly-boyfriend turns up to party.

When my searching hands come up empty I risk a small peak to assess the daylight situation, freezing when I recognise my surroundings but for all the wrong reasons.

Basketball trophies, hair products and ... OH MY GOD, Please tell me that isn't my dress from last night thrown on the floor...

"What the..." I sit bolt upright in bed, eyes wide and frantically scanning what I can now clearly see is Steve's bedroom.

Oh god, oh god oh GOD. I'm mortified. What did I DO last night? Please don't tell me I slept with Steve! STEVE for god's sake. What is wrong with me?

Mid spiral I catch sight of what I am wearing, a baggy basketball jersey, and my underwear from last night. OH GOD. I face palm, How did I get here?

It's at this point I hear the stairs creak as someone approaches. I quickly cover myself up before peaking at the door in abject horror.

A somewhat hungover looking Steve pads into the room, hair wild, holding a coffee and a glass of water. "Oh good you're awake" He smiles. Nothing feels different... He's not being weird or anything. "How are you feeling?" He says placing both cups on the side table and perching on the bed, raising his hand to press against my forehead. I flinch away.

"Woah-oh there cowboy let's back up a bit t-there" I stutter out as Steve's face scrunches up in hurt and confusion. "Look, whatever happened here last night" I gesture to the room "THIS can't happen again okay?" Steve looks horrified, "Woah, okay man no need to look so disgusted, I'm not that ugly...god" I half joke, pride slightly wounded.

I'm trying my hardest not to spiral about the situation I have found myself in. Am I really not a virgin anymore? I don't feel any different. This is not how I saw this night going, or at least this isn't who I thought it would be going with....

"Pfft" Snorts Steve as realisation dawns on him "You thought we...." He wheezes with laughter, bending at the waist as he cackles, "In my....oh god, this is gold" wiping tears from his eyes as he tries to compose himself.

"You mean we didn't?" exaggeratingly looking down at myself in his bed.

"No. we didn't" He answers, bemusement still on his face at the thought. Alright Steve it's not that novel of a bloody concept. When I look up his face has taken on a softer edge but I can see concern in his eyes, "We were worried you were going to puke again and my room has an ensuite...so, you know....shorter run" he shrugs, "I slept in the room I had set up for you. But we've been checking on you all night"

"I puked?" This revelation giving some credence to the decidedly sore throat I had this morning.

"Yeahhh... More importantly Robin helped you change clothes not me, and you need to try and eat something okay?" He gestures to the water on the table. "That first....sip it!" But his warning was too late and as I chugged the water desperate to quench my sore throat I started to get flashes of the night before. Ged approaching me in the garden and passing me a water bottle...