Two night stand

Two in a bed.

*Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang*. Ah great awakened by my brain pulsing in pain... Laid one side of my bed my phone on the floor charging, half awake reading the time *12.33pm* then discovered texts after texts from Lexi asking where I was... I quickly messaged her telling her I was fine and at home.

Hanging off one side of my bed I put my phone down, Then remembered I wanted to check my photos on my phone.
1,256 photos (selected) of me and some random guy making out. What a twat I am.

Thinking I had only dosed back off I wake up at 2 in the afternoon by my shower running... The confusing thing was that I live on my own? What the fuck, what the fuck! I thought it was probably Lexi, but it didn't feel right.

Wrapping my dressing gown round me (I was completely naked), I crept into the kitchen the first knife I came too I picked it up. Walked into the bathroom which the door was wide open anyway and swung back the curtain. I've never screamed so loud.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" I screamed at him naked in the steamed up space of my shower. "Woah... Shit. Put the knife down! Please? I'm Urm, Bailey. I'm sorry I'll leave! Just please!" He stood flinching at every move I made. I put the knife down and passed a towel to him. "I wasn't gonna do anything! Who?- what?- just what the hell?" Confusion was All that ran through my mind. It then occurred to me, he's the guy in the photos...

"I found you last night on the street miles away from the club, you where freezing and a wreck. All you did was talk about your dad, I'm guessing he's strict and didn't want to see you drunk?". Totally not realising he stood naked, with the towel in his hand, not that I minded! "Was. He was strict. He died last month. His funeral was yesterday". "Wow.
I'm sorry you just talked about him so much, I just guessed he wouldn't of like to find you drunk when you got home.
So so sorry to hear." He said so sympathetically. "It's cool. I think you should put the towel around you... Not that I'm complaining!" I smirked pointing to the towel, he looked so embarrassed.

He remembered everything better than I did... It's kinda obvious that we did something as we both woke up butt naked next to each other.

"Urm Bailey? As odd as this question sounds did you Urm... You know? Urm sorry this is awkward... Did we? And did you... Wear something?" I hope he gets what I mean... Can't ask a complete stranger 'oh did you wear a condom while you fucked me drunk?'
"What do you mea- oh wait... I get you. Urm honestly i was less drunk that you but I still don't remember that much!"

My face dropped and I instantly scattered around my bed for the thing. And nothing. Shit.