Johanna & Finnick: It Didn't End Like That

Chapter 15

Johanna's POV

The next day I wake up on the couch. My head is throbbing with an awful pain. Confused, I look at the clock and see it's almost 5:00 PM in the afternoon. I look over at the coffee table and there's empty alcohol bottles on it. 

Ugh, a hangover, I think angrily to myself.

A snore comes from the other side of the couch. There's Finnick, sound asleep; in the same shape as me. I softly smile at him. A shooting pain attacks my head and makes me groan. I press my hand against my forehead, sighing.

I tried to quit drinking so many times. But it's just something I slip into every once and a while. I can't even remember getting out bottles last night. Or even owning any bottles at all...

"Owwwwwwwwww," I almost scream out. My head is killing me. "Dear God, stop..." I close my eyes, resting my head against the couch.

A rustle comes from the end of the couch. Finnick pokes his head in the air from his curled up position. "Oh Christ," he moans. "Johanna, did we get drunk?"

"Passed out is more like it," I mumble. "But yeah. When did we even buy those bottles?" I point to the empty ones on the coffee table. 

Finnick frowns at them. "Maybe for future guests? I've got no fucking idea." He groans again. "My head hurts so badly."

"Do you want to take a nap or something?" I suggest. "There's nothing else I can think of."

"Sure," he yawns, then instantly groans in pain again.

"Follow me." I pull him onto his feet. "We'll just go to my bedroom..." 

He nods his head and we walk upstairs. We're both dizzy, leaning onto the railings so we won't fall backwards down the stairs. It's painful to move.

"Ugh," I groan, trudging to my bedroom. We were supposed to call Katniss and arrange a meeting at a local cafe, but it looks like our plans have changed from coffee to long naps.

"Looks like we won't be seeing Katniss," I mumble. We walk into my bedroom.

Finnick walks to the other side of the bed. I prefer sleeping on the left side. "Shit. That was today?" He shakes his head.

"Yeah. Unfortunately."

"We can just sleep it off..." He crawls under the covers. I follow him. It feels great to lie my head down, but the rush before felt like shit. For the next day, everything will feel like shit. Fuck.

"Wake me up if I've been in here for more than fifteen hours," I barely say. My throat is dry and cracked. It hurts to talk as well.

"Sure," he whispers back.

Without thinking, I curl up next to him, slowly interlocking our fingers and giving his warm hand a squeeze. Finnick wraps an arm around me, almost like for protection. 

"Goodnight," I softly say into his ear.

"Goodnight." He plans a kiss on my cheek. I freeze. That was really close to my lips. But why did I want him to kiss me then?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I wake up frozen, unaware of my surroundings. Finnick is still fast asleep beside me. We're in the same position we slept in hours ago. I lean my head up and look at the clock. It says 8:00 PM.

I groan and lie my head back on the pillow once again. Finnick's face is just inches away from mine. It's so tempting to kiss him. He's right there asleep. He'd never know. It'd be my forever secret...

It only took me so long to accept the fact that I do like Finnick. More than friends... Which really kills it more. What scares me more is that those feelings might be turning into love.

All of my attention is focused on Finnick. He is a silent, peaceful sleeper. His beauty is still shining even when he isn't awake. My eyes scan down to his lips. Shit. Why am I doing this to myself?

I mentally hit myself to stop thinking about him, but him sleeping beside me just inches away is making it impossible. 

I do what I want to do regardless.

I carefully and slowly lean in, barely pressing my lips against his. 

It feels like every bone and muscle in my body has been ignited. It's like I'm an alive wire. God, it feels so fucking good. His lips are so soft and I can feel myself screaming for him even though he's right there. I want to kiss him a million times more but that could never happen.

I'm torturing myself. I lean out, shutting my eyes and falling back asleep.