Stay Strong for Me (Austin Mahone Love Story / Fan Fiction)

Chapter 20: What the fuck happened last night?

Chapter 20: What the fuck happened last night?~

 I groaned in agony as my head pounded viscously, threatening to break open my skull. I rolled over, but refused to open my heavy eyelids from the pain. As I rolled over, I was startled at first to feel someone in bed with me.

 I don’t remember spending the night with Austin…

 “Ugh, don’t ever let me drink again!” I whined while grabbing my forehead.

There was no answer.

 “Austin!” I whined once again, not wanting to go through this excruciating pain by myself.

Still no answer.

 That’s strange, Austin’s a light sleeper. I assumed I already woke him up by bumping into him when I rolled over, but I guess not. I began to become concerned, thinking there was something wrong with him. Slowly, I opened my eyes.

 I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at my surroundings. This wasn’t my room, and this wasn’t Austin’s.

 Freaking out, I turned to face the person lying next to me. My eyes went wide as I saw the familiar tan skin of the person I knew all too well, shirtless, lying down on his stomach.

 This isn’t Austin.

 His head was turned and he wasn’t facing me. He was still asleep as I tried to carefully crawl out of the bed and stand up without waking him.

As I stood up, my upper body started to become cool from the sheet being lifted off of it.

 Wait, why the fuck aren’t I wearing a shirt?!

 Oh my fucking god.

 “No, no, no, no, no,” I whispered to myself over and over again as I franticly began searching the room for my shirt.

 When I finally found it, I quickly slipped it over my head and headed for the door. Before I stepped out, I turned back around to face the still sleeping person in the bed. I was hoping that I was still drunk from last night and that I was seeing things and that that was really Austin in the bed. When I turned around and still saw someone else, I ran out of the room panicing.

 What the fuck happened last night?

 As I ran down the stairs, I reached the living room and saw a strand of blonde hair hanging over the couch. Letting out a sigh of relief that she was still here, I ran over to the couch, stepping over all the red cups and clear bottles.

 When I reached the front of the couch I involuntarily whispered, “Aww.”

 Alex was sleeping, lying on his back on the couch. Sarah was sleeping on top of him, her head resting on his chest. His arm was wrapped protectively around her waist and their fingers were intertwined.

 They are so freaking cute.

 Too bad I was going to ruin this Kodak moment.

 “Sarah,” I whispered, not wanting to wake up Alex.

 She didn’t answer me, clearly in a deep sleep.

 “Sarah,” I whispered again, nudging her in the shoulder blade.

 “Alex, not now! I’m sleeping!” she grunted.

 “Sarah, it’s –” I began, but she cut me off.

 “Seriously, you say one more word and I’ll never touch you again!”

 I grimaced, “Ew, I don’t want you to touch me.”

 She spun her head, realizing it was me and said, “Courtney? What the fuck?”

She grabbed her probably aching head and squinted her eyes in pain.

 “I need your help with something,” I said.

 “Can’t it wait ‘till later? I have a bitching hangover and I think I’m gonna puke,” she protested.

 “No. I need you now, Sarah,” I demanded, my face serious.

 She was about to protest, but when she saw my face she realized this was something important and she said, “Okay,” while slowly getting up without waking her boyfriend.

 “Come with me to my house,” I stated.

 “Why can’t we just talk here?”

 “Because I don’t want anyone to hear us.”

 Her eyes went wide, “It’s that serious?”

 “You have no idea,” I sighed heavily.

 ***

           Sarah and I were sitting in my kitchen and we were both sipping our coffees I had just made us a few moments ago. My head was still throbbing repulsively as I silently promised myself never to drink again.

 Sarah was right, this was one bitching hangover.

 “So are you going to tell me what is so god damn important?” Sarah exclaimed.

 I played with the handle of my cup nervously. How do I even start this conversation?

 “So, um, this morning I woke up…” my voice trailed off.

 “Congratulations,” she sarcastically clapped her hands together, “Can I go home and puke now?”

 I glared at her and said, “I wasn’t finished.”

 “Well hurry up!”

 “Ugh. I woke up this morning in someone else’s bed. They had no shirt on. I had no shirt on…” I trailed off once again, hoping she would understand what I was getting at.

 “Please tell me you were with Austin and this is just your way of bragging to me that you guys had sex,” she stated, hopefully.

 I shook my head, “Sarah, I think I had sex with Robert.”

 And that is how I ended up cleaning broken glass and coffee off of the kitchen floor because my best friend had dropped her coffee.