My Lion. || BXB

chapter twenty-five.

headaches, hangovers and humiliation. the three h's that were the consequences of drinking. of course, it didn't stop most teenagers and it definitely didn't stop me. although it was awkward waking up in an unfamiliar setting. i wiped my eyes with the back of my palms and forced my vision to (kinda) work. i had been moved onto the couch apparently because i could've sworn i fell asleep on the floor. whatever, i scrambled into my pocket and pulled out my phone to see millions of missed calls and texts from my dad. shit.

i instantly returned his call, but i knew he was going to be livid.
"HUNTLEY ALBERT THOMPSON!" yep, he's livid.
"hey dad..." i awkwardly shuffled in my seat, still glancing around the trashed room.
"i have been worried sick! where are you?"
"i went to a party, i could've sworn i told you before leaving last night..." my head was pounding, i really couldn't be arsed to deal with the repetitive game of 20 questions right now.

"well you did but then i didn't hear from you for the next ten hours! i thought you were dead in a bloody ditch, huntley." he reamed with anger, and i sighed in tiredness.
"can you please just pick me up and yell at me after i've got some sleep?"
"i—..." i heard him sigh from the other end of the line, but i knew he would give in. after all, my dads pretty epic, he just gets a bit overprotective sometimes. "fine. send me your location and i'll be there as soon as i can."
"thank you dad, i love you." and after he said his goodbyes i hung up the phone and sent my location.

i wobbly got up to my feet and made my way through the front door and collapsed onto the wet grass. only then did i realise it was raining, fuck. whatever, i was too drained to get back up again so i closed my eyes and waited for my dad.

strangely, when i woke up again i was now in the comfort of my own bed. i rubbed my eyes, sitting up slowly and glancing around. yup, this was definitely my room. i picked up my phone to see a few texts from the boys group chat:

THE BOYS

nickster
did we all get home alright?

isaac
yup
great party !!

cormac
yeah
i loved it

mick
same
absolutely lit

hunter
just got home
it was epic >:)

i turned my phone back off and slouched back down in bed. but now that i was sober and left alone with my thoughts, i got a bit scared when he suddenly became the only thing i could think about.

his words ran around in my head, "say that you feel it too, put me at ease, and i'll stop." my breath hitched in my throat at the memorable conversation. "i do know you'll come back." fuck.

how did he say shit like that so effortlessly? it rolled off his tongue like poetry dripping from his lips. the words he'd say had such an impact on me.. a bigger impact than i'd like to admit, since when i looked underneath the covers i realised i had a little problem. for fucks sake lionel, now look what you've done to me. i rolled out of bed, making my way into the bathroom to run myself a classic, ice cold shower.

"morning soldier." my dads cheery voice rang through my ears like a siren and i was already done with it.
"hi.." i muttered back, my voice slightly stuck in my throat. i roamed over to the counter and poured myself a cup of coffee.

"so, last night ay?"
"i had a lot of my mind." i groaned, not really wanting to go into it.
"well, tell me then." he spoke sternly and glared at me from across the table. i scowled at him, i hated it when he was like this. when he spoke to me like i was less than him.

"alright fine." lets see how he likes it, "i like boys." and after dropping that bomb, i made my way upstairs not even looking at his reaction.

and as soon as i got in my room and slammed the door shut behind me, the regret started to kick in. that wasn't really the way i wanted to come out...