Lovely (Blaine Debeers iZombie fanfic)

Chapter four-Heat of the moment

I woke up with an arm draped over me.
I turned my head to see Blaine, shirtless and sleeping soundly. It was cute and he was oddly warm, so I rolled over and buried my head in his chest. I was tired and had a massive hangover. Blaine was the boss, so maybe we could just stay here today.
I felt him pull me closer and tug the white comforter over us.
I knew he was awake, and I'm sure he knew I was too. We both knew what happened last night and I don't think either of us wanted to talk about it.
There was a comfortable silence between us and I knew I felt something in my heart that I'd never really felt before, but as for Blaine, I didn't even know if he was capable of feeling. He'd acted like a heartless bastard since I met him and I was so drunk last night that I wasn't sure if there was an exception.
"Hey," he whispered quietly, the usual ass tone in his voice was gone, "Are you hungry? Do you want something?"
"Um, actually, do you have asprin? I have a killer headache and its making me nauseous." I mumbled.
"Yeah, I'll be right back." He whispered. He got up and I heard him opening a drawer, probably to get underwear and pants. Then I heard him walk out. He came back rather quickly and helped me sit up, giving me two pills and a glass of water. He sat down and wrapped his arm around me.
"You can go back to sleep if you​ want." He whispered.
"You can talk normally, Blaine. I don't mind."
"Would you mind if I did this?" He grinned before crashing his lips to mine.
I threw my leg over his lap and his hands moved to my hips.
"Do you wanna...?"
I knew exactly what he was talking about.
Chewing on my lip, I nodded and he kicked off his pants and boxers.

An hour later, I was laying on Blaine's chest. We were sweaty and I was tired.
"What time is it?" I mumbled.
"12."
My eyes widened.
"Shit, I gotta go Blaine! I have to feed Horror, and I'm sure she's freaking. I'm so sorry!" I panicked, jumping out of the bed and pulling on my clothes.
"Ryan, stop." He mumbled getting out of bed. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of gray sweats and a 'Hugs not Drugs' tee.
"Wear this and I'll take you to take care of Horror." He said, clothes in his outstretched hand.
I took them and got dressed quickly. By the time I was dressed Blaine was pulling on his shoes.

He took me to my apartment and we walked in. The first thing​ I saw was Horror rushing to Blaine.
"Blaine, I'm really sorry but would you mind feeding her while I shower?"
"Of course. Go ahead."
"Thanks." I smiled. I went and got a towel before going to the bathroom and turning on the shower.
I quickly stripped and got in, standing directly under the hot stream.
I washed my hair and body then got out.
I wrapped a towel around me and walked out. Blaine was napping on the couch. I walked over and pulled a blanket over him before shuffling to my room to get dressed. I walked out and into the kitchen. I looked at Blaine and sighed. I had options. There usually were options. And I wanted to hate him, but I wanted to love him and I wanted him to love me.
I felt a tear slip down my cheek. I used to have a life. And I think I fell in love with the guy that took it from me.
"I can't believe I'm crying. God I'm such a baby." I muttered wiping my eye.
All I wanted was someone, and that someone might be on my couch, or I could be delusional, or desperate. But I didn't want to be alone.
I'd been alone for a while and I didn't want it anymore.
I could easily say that I was fine with being alone and only having Liv and Ravi, but I would be lying.
I lied everyday as it was. Everyone did. But Blaine made that lie disappear. He made the truth come out, and I hated it. I hated him. Soon I was sobbing quietly on my kitchen counter with a sleeping brain dealer on my couch.
"My life is so fucked up." I muttered. I heard Blaine shift before sitting up.
I quickly tried to wipe my eyes with my sweater sleeves so Blaine wouldn't​ notice but I couldn't stop crying. I heard him walking over here before wrapping me in a warm embrace.
"What's wrong, Doll?" He whispered.
"I-I don't know. Everything? Nothing?" My voice was shaky and unsure but he didn't question it. He held me tighter and let my head rest on his shoulder as I cried.

"No! Don't you dare! She's you wife, Sweeney!" I shouted at my TV. Tonight, Blaine was staying here and we decided to go to my room and watch movies. So here we were, watching Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street. Blaine was sitting up, leaning on the headboard, with his arm wrapped around me. I had been slowly adjusting myself since we started watching movies so that I was slowly moving into his lap. Right now he was dead in the middle of the bed and my legs were draped over his with my head on his shoulder and my arms wrapped around his torso.
By the credits I was tired and drifting off. Blaine realized that and​ turned off the TV, letting me lay down.
"Do you want me to sleep in the living room?" He whispered.
"Stay with me." I mumbled.
He laid down beside me, pulling the comforter over us and wrapping his arms around me.
"Goodnight, Doll." He whispered.
"Goodnight Blaine." I mumbled.