Lost - Ellie Carpenter and Daniëlle Van De Donk

Hangover

(Ellie's POV)

I woke up and instantly something was not right. I have a pounding headache, it's 4 o'clock in the morning, or at least that's what the clock on my nightstand said, there's someone in bed with me, my arm feels dead, I think i slept on it. Wait. There's someone in my bed?

I turn my head around, slowly, trying not to wake the person next to me, and the first thing I notice is the familiar brown hair sprawled out next to me. Daan. It's Daan. And shes so warm. And I can feel her arm on my waist. And i'm still so tired and my head still hurts, and she is so comfy..

I woke up a second time to the sound of Daan on her phone, scrolling on TikTok on the lowest volume. But I don't move. I don't make it known i'm awake because what the hell. I'm laying on Daan's arm, shes in my bed, I'm in my PJs. how did i even get home what happened last night and-

"Good morning sleepyhead" Daan says, clearly noticing my open eyes and placing down her phone next to her.

I managed to mutter a good morning, trying to hide my stunned mind and decided to get off Daan's arm and move back to the other side of the bed.

"How you feeling?" Daan asks, the slight laugh in her voice becoming clear.

I mumble back a "mmmmm", not being able to form coherent words just yet before covering my face fully with the covers, taking a minute to breathe and try to wake up before uncovering my face to the world again.

"Ugh okay hit me with it what happened last night?"

"Well.."

"Oh no.."

"So you got drunk fast with Lindsey, kept asking everyone to dance. And well your dance moves were questionable.." I start, Ellie giving me a slight side eye before I continue "Then at the end of the night you were slumped over on a chair and looked dead essentially"

"Okay you know what? That could've been worse..." I replied, I really was anticipating the worst so this isn't as bad as it could be. "And what about you. Being here. In bed. With me. What happened there?"

"So, I wasn't drinking last night, and was driving Dama home, and you being so drunk and also on the way, we decided it best to get you home. I dropped Dama off first, then had to help you to your house, and then I took you to your room and found you some pjs to get into. Then when you got into bed, you kind of wouldn't let me leave"

"Oh my god.."

"And then I kind of had no choice when you grabbed onto my arm"

"Oh my god.."

"I did reason with you to change, so i did have to borrow your shorts, sorry"

"No, that's okay" I say, covering my face with my hands, really wanting the bed to swallow me up right about now.

"And yeah that is the story of me in your bed in the morning"

"Oh jeez" I reply, now fully understanding what I did last night. Why am I like that when drunk? Could I not at least act like a normal person?

"Don't worry about it Ellie" Daan says, a comforting smile to her face. But oh my god her morning raspy voice is so hot.

"How's your head?" Daan asked me after a few minutes of us still laying in bed in silence, noticing me rubbing my head.

"Painfulllll" I reply, laughing slightly then covering my face with the duvet once again, shielding myself from the outside world again.

Daan giggles at my antics, clearly finding them amusing. "I'll go make you breakfast, and there's water and pain killers next to you" She states, grabbing her things and getting out of the bed.