James Marriott x WillNE

Foggy

Will's POV

I actually don't particularly know why I said that, or what's happening. You know those situations where your brain thinks slower than your mouth does? So the words just come out in word vomit? And you regret it after but you can't say anything because that would make you look like a dick? Yeah.

Listen, it's not that I care about sharing a bed with James. It doesn't make anything awkward between us in my opinion because he's getting on a train tomorrow and we're filming next week like normal and everything will be fine. I think. But it's more that I care about his feelings I guess, and after the bar.. what if he thinks it means more than it does? What if it actually does mean more than I think it does?

I have alcohol coursing through my veins. I cannot think clearly. I'm spiralling for no reason. I'm sharing a bed with my friend and nothing else matters.

Except for the fact that I forgot we can't just sleep in clothes. I mean, I usually don't sleep in pyjamas, and James doesn't have any here.

"Will i'm just gonna sleep in my jeans to be honest it's kind of cold anyway." James breaks the silence, standing facing the wall as he takes off his jumper. Underneath, of course, is not bare skin but a t-shirt. And i'm fixated on the fact that I sort of feel disappointed. But no, thats the alcohol.

"Sure do what you like." I say casually, before pulling my own shirt off and deciding to sleep in my own jeans as well. Of course, my shirt had no undershirt so my bare skin is revealed to the world. But the blanket covers it nicely. "Goodnight, Jim." I'm already half asleep once my head hits the pillow.

But right on the other end of the bed, squeezed to the very edge, I hear a hoarse, "Night.. Will." And then it's lights out.