"...Libby...Libby!...Babe, Baby please...Oh my god, Libby...Wake up Lib!"
My eyes open slowly, my heart is still racing. What the fuck just happened?!
"Libby?...Libby its dark, you know i cant see you. Are you okay?" Gary is shaking me slightly, his fingers digging into my thighs. Oh...i remember what happened. I fucked Gary Barlow in a pitch black, 100 degree closet. I mutter quietly, resing my head on Garys shoulder.
"Are you awake?!..Babe are you okay."
"I think i passed out." I half whisper half slurr.
"Babe im so sorry." Gary whispers, placing his forehead against mine. "Hang on." He mutters, i feel him put me down on something soft, but kind of rough and hard. A bed? no...
A thin streak of light falls into the room where Gary opens the door and stretches out his arm. Suddenly a dull light comes on in the small room. No wonder its so hot...
"An airing cupboard? Really Gary?" I smile weakly as i gather my underwear from the floor. He just grins at me. God hes so drunk.
"Eh stop it. Sit back down." Gary guesters over to the pile of towels i was sitting on. "Are you alright?" He brushes a strand of hair off my face. How are we suppose to go back and face people now? Its obvious what we've been doing!
"Im fine Gary," I sigh. Hes pulled his both his boxers and trousers back on. "That was...just....amazing." I grin, resting my head against his chest.
"You can say that again," I know hes smiling as he speaks. "Wanna get you of here?"
"Well we can hardly go back down now. Have you seen the state of my hair?" I smirk. picking up my dress.
"You look beautiful." Gary murmurs as he helps be back into it.
"Okay, now i know your drunk." I grin, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. he just shakes his head.
"Im not drunk."
"Gary your pissed." I laugh. "Now how do we get out of here?"
"Quickly." Gary grabs my wrist and within seconds we're tripping down the stairs and back through the crowds of people towards the entrance. "Okay." Gary says as we near the crowd of paparazzi. "Just walk normally back to the car okay?"
"How else would i be walking?" I smirk.
"Smart arse." Gary drags me out of the door and into the buzz of the cameras, we battle our way through until we reach the car and literally tumble into the back.
"Well." Gary grins as we settle into the back. "I dont think ive ever done that before."
"No." I smile. "I cant see why though. I though it was just standard."
"You're a cheeky little slut arnt you?"
"Gary!" I scowled. He is evidently pissed out of his mind. "Dont say that!"
"Why not?..." He grins again, this kind of variation to his lopsided grin, more of a drunken one. Non the less, he is still as sexy as fuck. "Dont you like it when i call you a slut?..." Hes eyes are twinkling. I lower my gaze to avoid grinning back.
"No..." I mutter into my lap. "It..."
"What?" Gary turns his body in the seat so hes facing me more.
"It turns me on." I cant help smiling as i meet his gaze. He grins back, a full on teeth bearing, drunken grin.
"I'll bare that in mind." He smirks, patting his knee. I undo my seat belt and climb onto his lap. "...But right now, your exhausted. And so am i." He pulls my head down onto my chest and i feel him kiss my hair. Hes right, i am exhausted.
***
"Hhmmm?" My vision is burred when i open my eyes, its dark apart from a dull light coming from beside me.
"Eh, Eh, your okay. Im just putting you into bed Lib, we're home." Garys voice soothes me, but i want to see him so i try desperately to open my eyes. Eventually my vision clears and i can see his beautiful face peering over me. "You okay?" He smiles. "How you feeling?" He pulls the covers over me and tucks me in.
"Drunk." I mumble. "What time is it?"
"Late. And time for sleep." He pulls of his trousers and begins to unbutton his shirt. I watch him undressed in a half dreamy world. God hes so fit, hes so so so hot. And hes mine. Gary Barlow is all mine and i love him. When hes gotten rid of all of his clothes, apart from his boxers, he leans over me once more. "N'night Lib." He smiles kissing me gently on the forehead.
"Mmmh." I moan quietly and find the energy to lift my hand to his cheek, pulling his lips down onto mine. He kisses me tenderly, so tenderly, but its the best kiss, the kiss with most love. No desire, or particular passion for sex. Just love, because he loves me. And i love him too. So much.
"Love you." whispers, his breath on my lips as he pulls away slowly.
"Night Gary." Im not sure if im even making any noise. "Love you."
***
I'm woken by a loud noise. My head is spinning as i open my eyes. I turn to face Gary, his head is under the pillow and i realise what the noise was. Gary groans again.
"Fuuuckk."
"Hungover?" I smile, running my finger over his naked bicep, the muscle budging under his body weight. He notices me and pulls his head from under the covers.
"You could say that again." His voice is hoarse. "How are you feeling?"
"sick." Ive never felt sick after ive been drinking.
"I wasnt that bad was i?" Gary smirks, rubbing his stubble.
"No Gary im going to be sick." I sit bolt upright in bed. Im going to be sick. Im actually going to throw up.
"What?" Gary furrows his brow at me.
"I-im going to be sick." I pull the covers away and leg it to the bath room just in time. My whole body shakes as i throw up over the toilet. Garys at my side in seconds, pulling my hair out of the way with one hand, the other rubbing my back in a soothing motion. I pull the toilet lid down and rest my forehead on my arm. God i feel ill.
"You okay?" Gary asks quietly. "Sorry, stupid question, i mean how are you feeling?"
"Awful." I whisper, i dont even have the energy to look at him.
"Come here." He mutters, as he scoops me up in his arms and carries me back into the bed room.
"Thank you." I mouth as he pulls the covers over me.
"Im going to run you a bath, and then make you a cup of tea. Anything else you want?"
I give him the most pathetic head shake.
"Alright babe." He smiles, kissing me gently on the forehead, before disappearing into the bathroom.
It suddenly occurs to me what this is. Its morning sickness, isnt it?
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Gary and Libby - Take One
FanfictionA cliché love story that doesn't begin with a spilled coffee in Starbucks.... ~ A X
