Breathless (Asking Alexandria, Cameron Liddell)

12. Morning bonding

Parker-

"Cameron." I tried nudging him.

Nothing.

"Cameron." I groaned, trying again.

No response.

It was the next day, and I was laying in bed, Cam had a death grip around me, his head rested on my chest, and our legs tangled together.

He was really warm and it was very comfortable, but I needed to get up.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

"CAMERON JAMES LIDDELL!" I screamed, causing him to jerk up, effectively hitting me in the chin with his skull.

"What?" He gasped as he shot up.

"Fuck that hurt." I grabbed my chin.

"Shit I'm sorry..... Wait a second why am I in your bed?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Because your drunken ass stumbled in around two last night and passed out on my bed." I rolled my eyes.

"And I didn't get laid? It was my birthday Parking lot, you could have been nice."

"You're disgusting." I sat up, sliding towards the edge of the bed when Cameron grabbed my waist and pulled me back to his chest.

"Night." He muttered.

"Cameron let go of me!" I glared, wiggling around.

"No way. I need a few more hours of sleep." He smirked.

"Did I ever tell you how much I hate you?" I groaned.

"A few times." He smirked.

"I will scream until Sam comes in and kicks your ass." I glared.

"You wouldn't dare." He narrowed his eyes.

I looked him straight in the eyes as I opened my mouth, taking a large inhale of breath for my scream when his large hand clasped over my mouth.

"Okay okay okay! I'll let you go, but can I sleep in here for a bit longer? I don't want to see the naked drunk people who are probably in my bed."

I nodded as he took his hand off of my mouth and slowly released my waist.

It was cold without his arm there.

"Nice pajamas by the way." He smirked.

I looked down at my attire. I had on a black sweatshirt that was long, which made it look like I wasn't wearing shorts.

I rolled my eyes, pulling up the shirt so he could see my pants.

"I'm wearing pants you pervert." I glared.

"Damn." He chuckled as he laid back down.

I rolled my eyes as I shut the door to my room, surveying the mess that was our home.

Beer cans were everywhere and there were cups all over, not to mention scuffs on the floors and dried sticky substances everywhere.

Time to get to work.

I picked up all of the mess and even went and got all of the hungover people out of the house, and then finally changed all the sheets and put them in the wash because who knows what touched them last night.

Cameron came downstairs as I was placing the ball of sheets in the wash.

"Can you bring me mine to wash with these?" I asked.

"I'm so hungover." He groaned.

"I just cleaned up the entire house from the mess that was your party last night, so don't you dare complain to me."