The Dirt (Your Version)

Chapter 5- Hickeys & Tattoos

When you woke up, you knew one of two things.

One, you were in Tommy Lee's bed.

Two, you had absolutely no idea how you ended up there.

Tommy was passed out under the blankets beside you. His mop of black curls covered his face while he snored softly in his sleep.

You stared at him for a few minutes while you tried to wake up and wrack your brain on what the fuck had happened last night, but after those fireball shots you couldn't remember a single thing.

Did you and Tommy hook up?

Surely you would have remembered that. Right?

Sunlight was streaming in through the curtains not helping your hungover state in the slightest as you squinted and looked around the room. The digital clock on the nightstand read 11:03am which was alarming because you were pretty sure check out was at 11am and you were most definitely not checked out.

"Tommy, ditch whatever girl you got in there and get your ass up! We're late!" Doc's voice shouted from outside followed by loud rapid knocking on the door.

Tommy groaned groggily in annoyance before he brushed the hair from his face and his tired hazel eyes met yours. It took his foggy brain a second to realise it was you but then his eyes widened into saucers.

"Did we..." You trailed off struggling to remember the events of last night.

"I-I don't know." He admitted, rubbing his face with his hands before he propped himself up on his elbow and looked around the room.

You sighed while sitting up and scanning the bedroom for your shoes so you could go to your own hotel room and pack up your suitcase, but then your eyes landed on a pile of familiar clothes on the floor.

They were your clothes.

"Umm, Y/N..." Tommy started to say but seemed unable to finish the sentence as he stared at you with widening eyes.

You were naked.

You were totally naked.

"Fuck." You hissed, grabbing the blanket and yanking it up covering your exposed upper body and Tommy quickly looked away, his cheeks blushing like a rose. "Are you... are you wearing any pants?"

Tommy sat up, lifting his side of the blanket a little before lowering it.

"Yes."

"Really?" You asked a little surprised.

"No. I'm totally naked. Sorry." He answered, glancing over at you with an apologetic expression. "I can't remember fucking shit from last night, dude."

"That makes two of us."

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes while you tried to piece together what happened between those fireball shots and this exact moment, but you came up short.

"Umm, I think I know what happened last night." Tommy suddenly said but by the hesitancy of his tone, you almost didn't want to know.

You glanced over at the drummer to find him staring at something at the far end of the bed and you followed his line of sight and your stomach dropped when you saw it.

A condom. A used condom.

Fuck.

"We had sex?" You asked, but it was clear what the answer was.

"I am so so sorry. I-I don't remember anything, I was so fucking drunk and... shit, Y/N, I'm sorry." Tommy frantically apologised and he sounded so genuinely sad and angry at himself for it.