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𝐗𝐕𝐈

𝐗𝐕𝐈

I WOKE UP, MY EYES BEING BLINDED BY THE SUNLIGHT. I groaned in a way of both being tired and the pounding headache I had in my head. I sat up slowly, trying not to make the headache even worse. I looked towards the window that gave sunlight into the room.
I looked around the room, clothes thrown all over the place. My eyes widened as I looked closer at the clothes, the clothes that were way too big to be mine.
As I leaned back into the pillow, the thoughts of last night filled my mind. I cringed as I remembered what I was saying, at what even happened. I couldn't believe myself that I called Tom, out of everyone, Tom?

I felt a presence beside me, making me turn my head towards the figure that laid right next to me. The guy who I was thinking about seconds ago. I stared at him as his braids were all over the place, his back showing as you could tell he worked out from the looks of it. I shook the thoughts out of my head, turning over to Tom as I could tell he was passed out.

"Tom," I whispered to him, trying to wake him up. No answer, no groans, nothing. "Tom," I said again but louder, I grew annoyed as he wouldn't even bother to wake up, "Tom!" I yelled but enough so we could both hear.

I watched him turn over slowly, his eyes continued to blink as they tried to regulate with the light. "Yeah?" He yawned and stretched.

"What did we do—, last night?" I asked as most of the memories were gone but was only replaced with that horrible, pounding on skull, kind of headache. "I don't know, I was so drunk," He said as he sat up next to me.

I felt his arm fall onto my lap, his large hand covering my knee as he lightly gripped it. We sat there in silence as both of us were under the sheets, were sitting up, and both have our back laying on the wall. It wasn't awkward silence, it was comfortable silence, just a silence to occupy the room as we were both lost in our train of thoughts. Us both trying to figure out what happened.

I sighed as I slumped lower into the bed, giving up as I had no success of remembering. I turned away from Tom, staring right outside of the window. My head was laying on my arm as my other one was wherever else where.

Tom laid back down too, getting closer to me as I felt his arm snake around my body, my waist. He snuggled a little closer to me as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, making me grin a bit out of the unexpected affection he was giving. I didn't know if I wanted this to happen so soon, if I want specifically this.

It felt so weird and unknown but felt like I belonged, like I was supposed to be in his arms and on the bed we shared last night. The night we are both trying to mentally and physically remember.

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Tom had to leave and go back to the guys as they had some band rehearsals and some interviews, which wasn't surprising to me. It made me a little sad and annoyed that I wasn't able to speak to him about all these years and on why they left. I just want answers and I never got them for so long, I just hope it won't be a ton of bullshit.