The Gig (lrh)

Introduction - Mornings, Amirite?

~Charlie~

I woke up being struck by the blinding sunlight accompanied by a pounding head ache and the urge to vomit right where I was laying. I grunted with a mixture of pain and exhaustion. I quickly pulled the thick t-shirt I was wearing up over my eyes to cover my blurry vision, slightly revealing my stomach. A voice all too familiar chuckled, and although it was seemingly quiet, the voice still echoed through my head, causing my head to pound even harder than before. I grunted again, this time muffled by my shirt.

"C'mon Charles." the familiar voice boomed through my head again, this time much worse, "It's not that bad."

"Like you would know, Chris." I said pulling the shirt I held over my head back down to cover my stomach, revealing the blinding light again. As soon as my vision adjusted to the bright light, I was greeted with kind brown eyes and a playful frown plastered on my friends face.

"Judge me all you want, I'm preserving my innocence," he said referring to what I like to call his 'elixir virginity' meaning that he's never drank any kind of alcoholic beverage  in his life, nor even touched a bottle containing the slightest amount of alcohol content, he was that one kid that came to all the parties just to make sure everyone got home safe. In his defense, we were too young to be legally drinking anyway, but he was still a prude. "and don't call me Chris, you know I hate it." He added.

"And maybe I don't like being called Charles." I retorted with a loud croak in my voice emphasizing that I had a hangover. I then attempted to hoist myself up, failing miserably. 

He laughed at my failed attempt to do even the simplest of acts. "What about Charlotte?"

I cringed at my birth name - which I hated- and quickly replied with another croak. "God no, that's so much worse." I tried getting up again, and failed again.

He smiled his beaming smile and stood up from his kneeling position extending his hand towards my body that was still sprawled out on the floor. "C'mon Charlie." 

It took a lot more energy than it should've to reach out for his hand, but I managed to grasp to it. He hoisted me up with all he could and surprisingly lifted me to my feet without me putting any effort into the stance, I was heavier than I looked. He let his hands linger a few inches away from my waist, to make sure I was stable enough to sand on my own. I realized what he was doing and sent him a tired, but gracious smile. "I'm fine Christian."

"Whatever you say."

"Where are the boys?" I asked rubbing my puffy eyes.

He shrugged his shoulders in response. I then turned around to be met with an unfamiliar home, apart from the little tiny memories flashing through my mind, it wasn't much to go off of to put together where I was.

"Logan Mero." 

"What?

As if he could simply read my mind, he repeated, "This is Logan Mero's house." The name made me cringe. Logan and I had history, let's just say it wasn't very good history. "You attended his party last night, ended up passing out, the boys followed suit." 

"Well shit." Then it hit me, we had a gig tonight. "Well shit!" I said again, this time much more serious. "Why didn't you stop us from drinking too much?!" I attempted to yell at the boy that really wasn't to blame, but I felt the need to blame someone, other  than myself. "You know we have a gig tonight!"

"You choose to do something stupid, I'm not going to stop you from doing something stupid. You have to learn sometime." 

God he was such a Prude.

"Okay mom." I mumbled. I don't even know if he could hear me because he didn't reply, but it didn't matter. "I'm gonna go to the store."

"What?" he asked turning to face me again "Why?"

" I don't know, get hangover remedies, maybe?" I remarked sarcastically.

"I should probably come with you. You don't seem well enough to drive." he suggested to which I crinkled my nose, signifying no. I was NOT in the mood to be around anyone.

He recognized my facial gesture and threw his hands up in defense turning his back to me and faced the window, the sun still binding me as I watched him. As he dropped his hands back to his sides, his right hand took a detour through his grungy light brown hair, then grabbed the car keys from his belt loop and tossed them back to me without even looking behind him. Me, being extremely hungover and sluggish,  didn't even bother to move before the keys collided  with the bridge of my nose.

"OW!" I shouted in surprise.

He quickly turned back to face me. as soon as he saw my holding my nose and the keys lying on the floor, his eyes widened with realization then guilt.

"I'M SO SORRY, HOLY SHIT." Christian exclaimed rushing to my side and jokingly cuddling me into his chest. "Shhhh shhh shh sh."

"I'm fine, Christian." I laughed, my head pounding even harder than before, now with my nose throbbing. We awkwardly lingered there for a moment. "You can let me go now."

"Oh.. Yeah, sorry." he let go of the grip he had on my head and shoulder and knelt down to pick up the keys and hand them to me. He gave me an apologetic smile and i returned the favor. 

I lazily dragged my feet over the door when Christian yelled, causing my skull to feel as though its grip tightened on my brain, "Drive safe!"

"No promises." I grunted in response before closing the door behind me with my free hand, my other holding my throbbing nose. Fucking mornings.

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(A/N)

Okay so I'm new to this whole writing fan fic thing but I've been a part of the 5sos fam for quite some time now so I figured I'd give it a try. This is just the intro, so please excuse the lack of the 5sos boys rn. This was just to introduce the story and a couple of the characters. In case you're having a hard time following this i will update with a short summary of the characters and their roles (even the ones i havent introduced yet.) 

Thanks for reading :)