Heart on Your Sleeve, huh?

Chapter 4 - Wow, that went by fast.

Waking up, Piers immediately felt the consequences of his decisions from last night. He had a killer headache, his hair was a mess, and he had a hair tie absolutely tangled in his long black and white hair, seeing as he had worn his usual high-ponytail the night before. That's gonna take a while to get detangled. Wait... What even happened last night? All he knew was that he was severely hungover. As he starts to truly wake up, further past that first groggy phase, he turns away from the wall, wondering why he was so far from the middle of his bed anyways.

Ohhhh shite.

WHAT IS Y/N DOING IN HIS BED?

Slowly, he recalls last night. The concert, the feeling he got when you looked in his eyes, the fact that he had the courage to invite you to a bar, and the insane idea that he took you home, even though you barely know each other. He figured he could just tell you that he didn't want you trying to get home last night as plastered as you were, it would be safer for you to just come stay at his place. But that didn't explain why you were in his bed. He was certain that nothing happened, but he didn't know how much you remembered either. You looked so peaceful sleeping, he didn't want you to be as confused as he was in this moment, so he set out to make this experience a whole lot less confusing for you.

He noticed that you were still wearing those uncomfortable clothes, and that the skirt was riding dangerously high on your legs, and immediately another goal of his was to avoid looking at you as much as possible in this moment, or else he might have another problem. He grabbed an extra blanket and carefully draped it over you. He went over to his wardrobe, which had been left ajar by him before the concert, seeing as he was trying to find the outfit he thought you would like the best. cute. He opened a few of the bottom drawers and pulled out some of the smaller articles of clothing he owned, one of his concert tees and a pair of simple black sweatpants. He folded them nicely and left them stacked neatly on the nightstand next to you.

Giving you all the context he had might be helpful, or stupid, depending on how much you remember, but he still sought to help you understand more than he did, so he wrote a small note detailing what he knew and gave you two options on how you'd like to proceed with this.

"Y/n, i'm sorry for dragging you here last night, i just wanted to make sure you'd be safe, and i knew you shouldn't be tryin to get home that drunk. If you wanna get out of those uncomfortable clothes, here's some comfortable stuff. Feel free to keep it. If you'd like breakfast, it'll be ready by the time you wake up. If you'd like to leave and never speak of this again, that's fine too. You won't hear a word from me if that's the case. -Piers"

He set the note on top of the stack of clothes, and left a glass of water and a couple ibuprofen next to it, in case you had as bad of a hangover as he did. He went to start making breakfast, he didn't think that you would actually want to stay, but he still made an extra serving. Just in case you did stick around.

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Oh god, you felt terrible. Your head was pounding harder than it ever head in your life. Why was the room lit up with dim magenta lights..?

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh my god how did you end up in someone else's bed...whose bed even is-

OH MY GOD ITS PIERS'.

Your memory was quickly restored by the familiar sight of his unique bedroom. It was essentially the exact same color palette as the rest of everything he owned. White, a lot of black, and a little magenta. He definitely had his preferences. As the events of last night came flooding back to you, you realized how you ended up here. The last thing you remember is carefully being led by Piers up the stairs to his bedroom, and being gently held by him as you fell asleep, hammered as could be. Despite the circumstances, it gave you butterflies, more so than you'd like to admit. Oh man... You really let yourself go home to some guy's apartment, a guy you had only interacted with once, this was bold for you. You're usually pretty reserved, depending on who you're around, what happened this time?