That Night At The Bar- Dnf

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-Sapnaps POV-

What the fuck?

My head hurts so fucking much as the daylight abuses my eyes, seeping through the cracks in the curtains.

Wait...

Where the fuck am I?

I look around, confused, as I take in my surroundings. The room is enveloped with grey walls that were decorated with purple swirls, to my left were a set of curtains left slightly ajar, covering a massive set of windows, four panels to be exact. 

Also to my left was a small beside table with a small glass of water standing alone on the top of it, a desk and wardrobe sat to the far right of me.

But where the hell was I?

I roll to the right slightly, I'm not sure what I was expecting but it was certainly not this. Karl.

Karl was laying next to me. In bed.

The way his face softened as he slept made me flush slightly, I'd spent the whole night with him.

That was new.

It sounds so weird like that but I always have to leave at random time.

That's why we all kind of gave up on getting into relationships, they knew we wouldn't be there but then would yell when we had to leave.

Countless arguments on why i wasn't there in the morning.

Thousands of apologies spilling out of my mouth like a bottle full of water being jumped on with the cap still slightly open in the pure fear of abandonment.

Millions of tears, fake and real, genuine and pretend, mine and theirs.

It was so stupid, I was so stupid. We had all seen what happened to dream, we all saw what had happened to her.

But I still said yes, I still tried, I still convinced them to leave it when everything started to go downhill, I still apologised the whole time, I still wouldn't let them hurt her, even afterwards.

They all listened, respected my wishes to leave it even though I knew they didn't want to.

Everyone apart from dream that is.

I guess I'm thankful for what he did, he made me see that she deserved it.

But now I was here, in the morning, lying next to a beautiful boy.

And I couldn't be more grateful.

His fluffy chocolate hair was slightly matted but still looked effortlessly perfect.

Just like him...

Was I in love?

I don't know.

It's been years, I can't be in love again... can I?

I need to talk to dream, I don't know where he is though and i feel like I just want to lay next Karl forever.

I can't, I need to see what he thinks.

I mean he likes George doesn't he?

I kind of feel bad about last night, not even halfway through I started talking to Karl and I didn't speak to anyone for the rest of the night, not even my best friend.

I suddenly feel extremely glad I barely drank anything, it means I can remember the whole night for the rest of my life.

And I would remember that night, until I end up dead.