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11. Wake Up

Enveloped in smooth softness, Estrella woke up, slowly blinking, hardly registering what was happening around her. The warmth blanketing her, the soft feeling of clean sheets against her skin. Estrella drowsily realised she must be in a bed, but where was the bed?
She opened her eyes, glancing around frantically before realising it was her hotel room around her. She didn't remember coming in to bed last night.
She sat up slowly, and as she did her head suddenly throbbed painfully. She groaned and fell back onto the pillows, head spinning. She had a hangover, and she couldn't help but think that the headache had probably been there since she opened her eyes, but she was just too dazed to notice.
Just as she had that thought, the door flew open and in marched Slash, who was carrying a little white box of painkillers and a glass of water.
"Ah, I was hoping you'd be awake." He smiled, then came over to the bedside and popped a dosage of the pills into her hand. She sat up again, frowning and holding her head with one hand, then grabbed hold of the glass of water.
"Thankyou!" Her voice sounded tired.
"All good, we've got lemonade and crackers out in the common area." Slash replied. "I usually just have another drink to cure the hangover, but Duff and Izzy reckoned you girls would prefer it this way." He scratched the back of his head, and then he turned and walked toward the doorway, "anyway, I'll see you out there." He added. She nodded her head, making it throb in doing so. The door clicked shut behind him and she was left in the room alone again.
Slowly, she peeled the blankets off and got out of bed. She was still wearing the same clothes from last night, and she felt sort of sticky, as if something had been spilled on her. She took off her clothing and made her way into the bathroom to shower.
She turned the stream on and stepped in, beginning to soap herself up.

Meanwhile...
Rosamund shuffled her feet awkwardly as Izzy leaned in closer. She could smell the alcohol practically radiating off of him, making her scrunch her nose delicately.
"Oh- Rosie." He murmured huskily, his strong smelling breath fanning across her face as he leaned in even closer. Rosamund normally didn't like the nickname, but coming from him, it made her feel all tingly. They were in the hallway, and he had her pressed against the wall beside her door. He had ambushed her as she was coming out to join the band members in the common area.
"Izzy- I- how much have you had to drink?" She stammered, hating the idea of him drinking like that. What if he got hurt?
"I'm not drunk!" Izzy slurred, then chuckled, "you're kinda cute." He added, brushing a loose strand of her blonde hair out of her face. Her hair was standing on end, and she was all hot and bothered, but as much as she yearned to rip his clothes off with her teeth, she didn't want to have sex with him if he was drunk. That would practically be rape.
"Fuck me, Rosie!" He almost begged, tugging at the button of her jeans,
"N- no, Izz. You're drunk!"
"I'm not!" He insisted.
"Yeah-" she said breathily, "you really are." She replied, placing her hands on his chest. His hands trailed up her body, one tangling in her soft hair, stroking his fingers through it. He leaned towards her, lips slightly parted. Rosamund shut her eyes, and finally his lips landed against hers heavily, the hand in her hair ruffled it and sparks shot through her whole body as he began to passionately kiss her. The world seemed to disappear around her- it was just her and Izzy. To her, the two of them were all that exsisted in that moment. When Izzy pulled away, they were both a little short of breath and she couldn't take her gaze away from his. Izzy's eyes were lit up, as though he was happier then he'd ever been.
"You make me feel like a free man, you know. No worries. No- fucking- burdens." He said it bitterly, as if he was spitting something foul from his tongue. Rosamund frowned slightly.
"No don't frown! You're too pretty!" He shook his head, causing his dark hair to wave back and forth with the motion. She was a little suprised, and couldn't help but allow a small smile to tug at the corners of her mouth. He smiled back, which wasn't something he did that often.
"You should smile more... you have a nice smile!" Rosamund commented.
"Not as gorgeous as yours, though." He told her, still smiling. "Yours makes me wanna smile!" Izzy exclaimed. Rosamund didn't know where all of this was coming from all of a sudden, but she liked it. He probably wouldn't remember any of this when he sobered up, but Rosamund wished he would. It was certainly a moment she would be dwelling on late at night, as she lay staring at the ceiling in her ever so empty bed. Oh how she wished Izzy would just be like this all the time- so sweet and caring. Rosamund dreamed of it when she was alone and it was quiet and there was nothing to do but think. Izzy still smiled, and he leaned in for another kiss, sending her back into that blissfully thoughtless stupor that came when he kissed her like that. She could feel his smile as his lips moved against hers, his hands then began to wander up and down her body, leaving a fiery, tingly feeling in their wake. Rosamund melted into him, her hands falling gently onto his chest as she passionately kissed him back. She definitely could get used to this.
Estrella stepped out of her room, and glanced first towards the common area, before looking down the hall. She did a double take when she saw two figures standing there; that of Izzy and Rosamund. She giggled quietly to herself at their position. Izzy had Rosamund flush against the wall, and they were pashing quite furiously. Estrella decided not to interrupt them, and walked into the common area instead. On the coffee table, there was a cheese platter and crackers, and a big bottle of lemonade. Estrella paused at the end of the table, glancing around at the people sat on the couches. Axl was sitting on the far end of the couch to her left, Celine sat on the arm beside him. Duff was closest to her on the same couch, with Slash between he and Axl. On the other couch Steven was sprawled out, munching on a cracker and holding a glass of lemonade. Estrella sat down beside him.
"Hey." She greeted,
"Hi," he replied with a smile. "How did you sleep?" He asked,
"Oh yeah- pretty good... I think. " she laughed.
"Yeah, you seemed pretty out of it last night!" He chuckled, leaning forward to prepare another cracker.
"What do you mean?" She questioned, a little worried.
"Oh nothing inappropriate, don't worry, you giggled alot and hung off Duff- pretty much literally- but you didn't do anything stupid. Then you passed out on poor Duff, not that he was complaining, and he carried you back to your room." Steven described. Estrella didn't remember any of that, but she was glad she didn't do anything regretful. She looked up at Duff, who smiled back.
"You're welcome." Duff smirked, and that expression made all of her hair stand on end. She laughed nervously, and then focused on the cheese platter. She proceeded to scoot forward and begin to get herself something to eat.

Author's note
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