Next Door || HAMZAH THE FANTSATIC

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Waking up suddenly felt like a struggle. The moment my eyes cracked open, I was greeted by a pounding headache. My body felt heavy like it was protesting against consciousness. I let out a loud groan to myself as I observed my surroundings. 

This bedsheet isn't mine...

Neither is that desk.

Sitting up, I winced as the motion sent another wave of pain crashing through my head. My brain felt like it was working at half-speed, the events of last night a blurry haze. I looked around more carefully now, my eyes landing on a familiar jacket draped over the back of a chair.

Oh.

Reality started creeping in. I buried my face in my hands, groaning again.

Now I wish I hadn't woken up.

"Oh hey," Hamzah peeks from out of his bathroom. He's wearing another questionable shirt like from the first time we talked, 'I paused my game to be here'.

I narrowed my eyes at him, but even that hurt. "I hate alcohol..." I mumbled before leaning my head back with a groan. 

"Do you remember anything?" He raised an eyebrow, I shake my head aggressively before instantly stopping from the migraine.  

"You called me last night. Drunk." 

Fuck my life.

The embarrassment hit harder than the headache. "What did I say?" I asked hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper.

He paused for a moment before replying, "You just asked me to pick you up." He said, his tone soft as he walked closer. 

I felt a small weight fade away. 

"Ah..." I nodded slowly. He grabs a small cup of water and hands it over to me, I pause before taking it. "Thanks," I mumble.

My headache pings louder, instinctively, I gulp down the water. 

He chuckles lightly as he takes the cup from me when I'm done. "Are you a light drinker?" He asks, slightly teasing but still genuine. 

"Is it obvious?" I ask before letting out a small sigh. 

I try to push myself up, but the moment I move, a sharp pain shoots through my head, instantly seating me back down.

He quickly grabs me by my shoulders, he laughs softly as he positions himself next to me. "Maybe just stay here for awhile okay?" 

My head pings when he says the word Maybe, I squint slightly. 

"I'm sorry..." I manage to say, his gaze softens. "You're all good." He smiles gently at me. 

I let myself stare at him for a bit before speaking, 

"Were you gonna go somewhere?—" I ask in a wary tone for some reason. 

He stops me, shaking his head. "I was gonna go to Martin's, but I'd rather stay here," he says, flashing me a quick smile before grabbing his laptop.

"What— no, you can go if you need to!" I add quickly, not wanting him to feel stuck with me, especially after last night. But there's a twist of guilt in my stomach as I say it.

He shakes his head again, "I'm good, really," he says, his tone reassuring.

I exhale, trying to shake off the guilt that suddenly settles in my chest.