Zane x reader Mystreet -Rewriting in Progress-

Hangover -rewritten-

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I woke up with a splintering head ache and the room still spinning. I was laying in bed and still in last nights clothes, a stray blanket laid on top of me, my boots tucked neatly under my bed. I sat up with my hand to my head. I looked to my night stand, seeing a glass of water, two small reddish brown pills and my phone plugged in. Man drunk me really has her shit together.

I popped the pills in my mouth and gulped down about half of the glass of water, pulling my phone of the charger and watching as a paper flipped through the air and saw a note scribbled in neat hand writing.

"(Y/n),

Your purse is on the counter in the kitchen, hope you don't feel weird but I found you some ibuprofen in the bathroom and got you a glass of water from the kitchen. I locked the door and put the key under the plant.

-Zane"

I folded the note back up and placed it into my drawer, taking a breath before finishing the water. And I was worried about my lipstick making me embarrassed.

I stood from my bed, feeling gross in last nights clothes. I stripped them from my body and threw the down on the floor. Yawning as I walked into my bathroom and taking a hard look at myself. I couldn't tell you if drunk me tried to wash her face or if Zane did, but I had bits of red mascara under my eyes and my foundation was gone. Whoever removed my makeup, clearly it was their first time doing so. I hopped into the shower, hoping to wash away that yucky after party feeling from my skin. I could hear my phone chiming from the counter but I didn't bother to pick it up. Whoever was texting me could wait for ten more minutes.

When I stepped out of the shower I wrapped myself in my towel and grabbed my phone, Aphmau was the one who was blowing up my phone, sending me photos and videos from last night at the party. A video of me playing pin the star on the tree caught my attention as I pressed play.

Static and muffled voices came through my phone speaker, whoever was holding the camera had clearly been drinking as much as I had. I watched as I stumbled forward and very poorly pin the star to the wrong part of the cardboard, I grimaced at myself. I set my phone on the bed and got dressed, going for a lazy day of sweatpants and a baggy tee-shirt. I have zero intentions of leaving the house today.

I hobbled down the stairs and into my kitchen where I made myself some toaster waffles and a cup of coffee. I put the waffles on a napkin, not going to bother with syrup and grabbed my coffee, sitting out on my porch. I set my coffee on the small side table and took a bite of my waffle, enjoying the crisp air of December.

"Looks a little cold for a tee-shirt." Zane's voice stepped up the stairs and stood at the edge of the porch, I grabbed my coffee to warm my hands.

"Yeah, you're not wrong but I wasn't going to stay for long." I shrugged, taking a sip. This could use some peppermint... at least of the schnapps verity.

"Can I sit?" Zane pointed at the empty chair on my left.

"I can't stop you." I shrugged, Zane stepped over and took a seat next to me. We sat there in an awkward silence for a beat. "Sorry about last night. To be honest I really don't remember if I did anything embarrassing or not. So... how was the rest of your night, hope I didn't ruin your partying." I chuckled, hiding my face in my hand, staring into my mug.

"You didn't do anything embarrassing, my night was good but I didn't go back to the party afterwards." Zane admitted, shit. Did I ask him to stay? No, my bed was neat aside where I was laying, all my clothes were still on. "We didn't do anything if you were wondering." Zane must have seen the look on my face, he seemed a little flustered by the thought.

"I think you have more respect for yourself than that." I laughed, not looking up at him. "I didn't try did I?" I asked nervously, not really knowing if I wanted the answer.

"No, don't worry. Like I said you didn't do anything embarrassing." Zane waived his hand and shook his head, dismissing the idea. "Sorry, I just came over to check and make sure you were good. I'm gonna..." Zane pointed at the street, signaling that he was going to leave.

"Wait." I really love saying that to him, don't I? Zane stopped before he stood, sitting back in the chair. "Thank you, for making sure I got home safe." I reached out and placed my hand on his forearm. He placed his hand on top of mine and we lingered a moment too long. "Do you want to come in for some coffee?" I asked, pulling my arm back to myself. "I have vanilla creamer." I enticed.

"Sure. I'd like that." Zane was smiling softly, I could only tell because the corner of his eye crinkled ever so slightly.

We both stood, I walked first, but stopping to grab my key from under my plant. Zane held the door open for me, allowing me to step in first. I moved into the kitchen and began pouring a cup of coffee, "Creamer is in the fridge." I pointed, allowing Zane to help himself. He stepped past me, going for the creamer. I passed him the mug allowing him to pour himself creamer before putting the bottle back in the fridge.

"Do you remember..." Zane started, leaning his back against the counter and taking a sip of his coffee, "That first day in art class?" Zane with his mask still pulled down turned to me.

"Vaguely, what about it?" I prompted, leaning against the island across from him, taking a sip of my own coffee.

"Do you remember that drawing you did?" Zane continued, I thought for a moment.

"Yeah, I haven't thought about that for a long time. Why are you asking though?" I tilted my head to the side.

"Because, you were right." I furrowed my brows looking at him quizzically. "You look exactly how you imagined." I don't know how to feel about that.

"Lost?" I whispered into my coffee mug.