Head Over Boots (Dean Ambrose)

Chapter 16

*KELSEY'S POV*

A throbbing in my head woke me up. I groaned and rolled over. I opened my eyes and rubbed them, wiping the sleep from my eyes. As my eyes began to focus I realized I wasn't alone in my bed and I quickly sat up, receiving a sharp pang in my temple and a rolling urge in my stomach to head to the bathroom before last night's contents threatened to make a reappearance. I looked at the sleeping form in the bed and gasped. Dean! Why was he in my bed? What the hell happened last night?

My eyes took in the room and the clothes that were thrown everywhere and suddenly my memories came flooding back. I remembered dancing with Paige and Alicia and Dean trying to pull me away. I didn't want to go. I wanted to have fun and let loose and I did. I remember pressing my body close to his for hours as we danced. I remembered his hands on my waist as our bodies were grinding to the music. I remembered the four other shots with Paige and the three whiskey and cokes Dean had bought me.

I vaguely remembered the cab ride back to the hotel and Dean laughing as he held me up, both of us stumbling through the lobby. I remembered entering the hotel room and Dean telling me something about Sheamus. I gasped as realization set in. Sheamus had ditched me last night for Becky Lynch and I had confessed to Dean that I just wanted him and we...we did the dirty.

I glanced down and realized I was still naked and glanced at Dean. The sheet was low on his hips and I could tell he was naked too. I put a hand over my mouth and ran to the bathroom, not even worrying get about being quite. It was all too much. Everything that happened last night hadn't been what I had planned. Sheamus had been using me and I was trying to push Dean away. I had told Dean last night how I really felt. I was doomed. I felt like the whole world was crashing in on me. What if Dean was just using me too, just like every other time I thought we had a connection?

I emptied my stomach in the toilet. It was too much to think about. How did I let this happen? I heard a knock on the bathroom door and Dean's voice coming from the other side. "Kelsey, are you alright?" Dean asked.

What if he didn't remember? He was drinking too and I've seen him get blackout drunk before, maybe I would get lucky and he wouldn't remember. I opened my mouth to speak but instead ended up emptying my stomach again. I heard the door click open as I tried to stop myself. I felt fingers run through my hair as he sat on the floor beside me, holding my hair away from my face and rubbing my back.

When I was finally sure there was nothing else in my stomach, I leaned back against the wall next to Dean. He handed me a washcloth and bottle of water. I took them both without looking at him. I was afraid to. "Are you better now?" Dean asked.

I sighed and leaned my head back against the wall. "Yeah, I think so. I'm never doing shots with Paige again," I replied.

Dean chuckled. "yeah, blame it on the shots."

I smiled. Every time I've drank with him, I've ended up with a hangover. We sat in silence for awhile before I finally got the courage to look over at him. His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot and he had only put on a pair of boxers, leaving his chest bare and sent a flashback to last night's episode running through my mind. I glanced down and realized I still hadn't put on any clothes and quickly stood, sending a throb through my head. "I'm going to shower," I said quickly as I scrambled to cover up.

Dean sighed and stood. "Alright but make it quick. It's after 10 and everyone else has already left. If we don't hurry, we will be late for raw."

I nodded as Dean shut the bathroom door. I turned on the shower and let the hot water wash over me. It felt good but I knew it wouldn't hide what had happened last night. As I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around me, realizing I hadn't brought any clothes in with me. I groaned and reached for the door but stopped. On the counter was a set of my comfy clothes, the clothes I would wear when we traveled. A pair of Capri leggings, a plain grey t-shirt as well as undergarments. On top laid a note and I recognized Dean's messy hand writing immediately.