Late For French - (Fransykes)

Chapter 13

^^^ Favourite picture of Josh ever, like bae just stop, I can't even 😍😍😍

A/N: You guys left such lovely feedback on the last chapter it made me all smiley and encouraged me to write the next chapter almost instantly lmao which never happens. But here you go, thank you for commenting and voting, ily all <3 <3

Next chapter you all interested to find out abit about Josh's life? because it's about to be unfoled... mwahaha.

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Oliver's POV

I squint opened my eyes feeling disorientated and dehydrated; the deathly symptoms of a bad hangover. Who would have thought drinking champagne could make you feel so rough? It must be all the fancy bubbles in it.

My head span as I sat up slowly in the unknown bed I was currently lying in and took a proper look around at my surroundings. The room was dark but there was a hint of day light seeping in through the blinds of the room. What time was it?

Looking around for a clock I notice there was a glass of water and a couple of pain killers on the bed side table, no doubt they were for me. I don't hesitate to take them because right now it was my aim to get rid of this vile headache I had going on.

I closed my eyes as I started massaging my temples to relive some pain from this headache. I tried focusing on what happened last night and little pieces of my memory began putting themselves together gradually in my mind. It was the schools art show opening night last night and it turned out to be a great turn out from what I remember. Some parts of my mind were a bit fuzzy but I remember getting drunk off my face obviously, but that was because I got so annoyed that Mr Franceschi didn't show and- Oh no.

I groan loudly when the memories suddenly came back to me and everything else what happened after that did too.

He showed up. Right at the very end he showed his face but I was too drunk to care at that point.

I made such a fool out of myself. I got wasted on champagne and behaved like a total child towards Mr Franceschi when he approached me but later on that night, we made up and we finally made out. I guess that was his way to make things up to me and decided to take things further between us but I embarrassingly threw up down myself. Ugh, how sexy of you Oli.

I cringe at the thought and wished for it to be erased from both of our memories permanently. He must think I'm some stupid disgusting teenager and I don't blame him for not wanting to have anything to do with an immature drunken school boy like me anymore.

Wait, is that whose bed i'm in. Oh god. Don't tell me I'm in Mr Franceschi's bed and completely missed the golden opportunity to take advantage of it. Fuck sake, I am never drinking again.

I look towards the door when I hear it open and I swear I almost die when I see him come into my view. He walks into the room with nothing on but a pair of sweat pants hanging low on his hips. I bite down on my lip as my eyes trail up his bare masculine body; He was very toned around his abs, chest hair but not too much and big arms. Sleep was his main feature on his face this morning, along with messy bed hair which he's obviously been dragging his hand through. Fuck, he looked so incredibly hot right now.

Just the sight of him was making it extremely difficult to keep down my little friend in my pants. How could he do this to me, surely he must've known this image would send my teenage hormones into a frenzy. I mean how could anyone resit that sight if it were stood before them. I curse myself mentally yet again for screwing up this opportunity.