What's The Worst That I Could Say?

Chapter 16- Here to listen

The present...

I slowly opened my eyes and groggily sat up, glaring across my bedroom. Three questions:

1. What happened last night?

2. What the hell is that smell?

3. What time is it?

Two arms wrapped around me, and I was pulled down and into Gerard's chest. I glared up at him, wrinkling my nose. That's question one and two answered. I rolled over in his arms so I was facing him and glared at his peaceful, sleeping form. 

I poked his face a few times, and I watched with amusment as he scrunched his face up and opened his eyes, squinting at me. I smiled.

"Oooh, you're awake. Do you mind removing your arms from me?" I poked his face once more. He groaned, and squeezed me tighter to him.

"Go back to sleep." He grunted. 

"No, you need a shower, because like...you stink. Bad. Of booze." 

"And?"

"What do you mean and? My house, dude, don't like it? Go on then, be a hobo, go stink somewhere else." I smirked, prying his arms off of me. I sat up reaching over towards the small table next to my bed and took my cell, checking the time.

Wow, 11:47.

"Well, no school I guess. We'll try again tomorrow." I shrugged. I squeaked as he wrapped his arms around me again and tried to pull me back under the covers. 

"Then lets go back to sleep!"

"No! You need a shower, I'm not kidding, my eyes are watering from the smell! Go, now!" I wriggled out of his grasp and rolled out of bed. He groaned, stretching as he sat up. He then winced and clutched his head.

"Ouch, my head..." He grunted.

"Yeah? Well that'll teach you not to drink so much in future. What were you thinking, Gerard? It was a school night!"

He sighed. "Sorry, I wasn't that bad, was I?" 

"Uh, you kissed me a few times, told me I was hot and everything, didn't make it up my stairs- I had to actually drag you up. Oh, and then I walked in to my bedroom to find you butt-naked, asking me if I was ready. You were so drunk I had to dress you myself," I muttered, heading towards the bathroom. He followed after me, a look of shock across his face.

"Oh, uh...sorry, Hells."

I shrugged. "It's fine, I know you didn't mean it." I replied, leaning over the tub and switching the shower on. Gerard watched me silently as I turned and opened the closet for a towel, biting his lip.

"What else did I say?"

I hesitated. "You told me you loved me and that you missed me."

He bit harder onto his lip. "Oh, I-"

"And I get it," I cut him off. "You were very drunk, people say shit when they're drunk. I'll drop it, I won't mention it to anyone. Lets forget it, okay?"

"Helena-!" He began, but I just walked out of the bathroom and shut the door after me, leaving him to have his shower. I trailed back into my bedroom, flopping onto the bed and grabbing my laptop. As soon as a switched it on, my eyes began to droop.

When I opened them again, I found Gerard awkwardly shuffling around my bedroom, clearly searching for something. I groaned as I sat up up from my awkward position, placing the laptop to the side as Gerard turned around quickly to look at me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you!" He apologized. I rolled my eyes as I awkwardy stretched and swung my legs off of the bed and onto the ground and stood, replying.