Nerds With A Chance [A Logan Lerman Fanfic]

Chapter 11

I woke to the extremely pleasant feeling of someone stroking my hair, a warm, honey and aftershave scented body next to me, soft sunlight warming my cheeks and the nice underlying scent of clean hotel sheets beneath me.

Apart from my killer headache, I felt amazing and oddly light-hearted. A feeling I wasn’t normally, or at all, greeted with in the morning.

Some sort of contented mew came out of me, followed by a scrunching of my nose when a rush of pain shot through my head.

“Morning Zeph,” a familiarly husky, soft voice murmured above me; the stroking ceasing for just a second.

I groaned, fists clenching all baby-like, as I curled into a ball and snuggled towards Logan, my head burrowing insistently into his side.

“Headache,” I moaned into his shirt, my voice muffling in the fabric.

Logan laughed, “Hangover?”

“Mmm…”

“I’ll get you some water…”

His legs began to swing off the bed, leaving my lower body suddenly really cold. “Nooo, come baack.”

He chuckled, rolling his legs back. “It’s already 10 o’clock, you know?”

“Lemme sleep.”

“Moody,” he muttered jokingly under his breath, so I wouldn’t hear.

“I heard that mister,” I mumbled, slamming a pillow over my head as I tried to suppress the pain that was steadily growing stronger as my consciousness regained little by little.

Logan laughed gently, pulling himself from the bed completely. “Hungry?” he asked, pulling the curtains open noisily.

The sudden brightness was unbearable, making my eyelids ache unnecessarily.

“Logan!” I complained, squeezing my eyelids together and tugging the edges of my pillow down further.

He laughed at my expense; followed by the noises of drawers being opened and objects being rearranged.

After a while, he spoke, his tone laughing, “Okay Zeph, I’m just going to go down and grab some breakfast. It closes soon.”

I grunted, uncaring.

“When you wake up you’ll probably have to ask for some scraps,” he taunted further.

I refused to give him a reaction.

“There’ll be no more pancakes.”

I twitched.

“There’ll be no more Lucky Charms, no more Nutella left, no more bacon, or hash browns, or…”

Logan kept going, naming all the foods he knew I loved in the morning, each one making me twitch at the thought of having to miss out on them.

Screw this hangover, I’m getting pancakes.

“Okay shush! I’m up!” I relented finally, throwing the covers off in one swift motion.

I guess I forgot I was just wearing a thin tank top and my underwear. Shit.

Logan was just standing there in yesterday’s pants and his button up dress shirt, left undone and hanging by his sides.

I gulped, flushing tomato red immediately, telling myself in my mind how suggestive this looked.

Logan blinked once, alarm registering into his expression. “You want me to turn around?”

It took several moments for my brain to function, “Yes please,” I responded very un-smoothly, my blush still adamantly perched on my cheeks.