Part 29

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It's hot.

Why is it so hot? And why does the blanket feel so heavy? I try to move the blanket away but it wouldn't budge. Huh?

I try opening my eyes, squinting through the bright sunlight that's entering my room, I keep blinking. When I finally open them, I look down and see a hand across my waist. It obviously looks like a man's hand. I immediately recognize those tattoos. I try not to panic and slowly turn my head to see whether it's the same person. His head is just above my shoulders, and it's close to my face. His ruffled hair makes him look even more hotter than he normally looks. His pink plump lips look so kissable. His prominent jaw line is definitely a killer.

When I move my eyes from his face to look further down, I notice that he isn't wearing a shirt. A gasp escapes my lips. The blanket way too low, just above his hips. Oh my! When did he take off his clothes? Last night I was so tired that I didn't bother changing.

"Urgh! Why do I always end up carrying the heavy ones?" struggles Aditya as he is supporting Yatan.

"Because you're the eldest." I tease him. I'm supporting Parineeti as she too is very much drunk.

"That doesn't even make sense!" he lets out a grunt as Yatan fully leans onto him.

"I understood!" exclaims Parineeti suddenly which made me jump and just a second later there's a loud 'thud' sound. I turn around and see Yatan on the floor, still unconscious.

"What the hell?" hisses Aditya. And I just laugh at him.

"They're drunk. What do you expect?"

Aditya bends down and grunts as he pulls Yatan up and puts his arm under his shoulders.

Varun, Siddhart, Mohit, Ayush, Salmaan, Ali, Yatan, Zayn, Louis and all the girls are totally drunk. Aditya, Jay, Harry and I are the only ones who are sober than the rest. Harry and I didn't drink, whereas Aditya and Jay didn't drink much.

They can't even walk straight, they keep bumping and stumbling and are way too loud. Don't even ask on how difficult it was to get fifteen drunk asses into two mini vans. And it was even more difficult to get them into their rooms. The four of us had to make more than three trips from the lobby to our floor to get them into their rooms. Two of us would go to the floors, whereas the other two would supervise the small, drunk kids.

We come back downstairs and see only Zayn and Louis left on the couch. Harry and Jay were sitting across watching them.

"You two can handle these two, right? I'm off." says Aditya.

"Me too." says Jay and they both walk off.

"You should sleep in one of our rooms. It's too late for you to go back." I glance at my phone and see it's already three.

"Yeah but the hotel won't..."

I cut off Harry and tell him, "They won't say anything. And even if they do, we'll pay for the extra beds. And plus I know you're tired." I tell him and he simply smiles.

"What about them?" he motions towards Louis and Zayn.

"We'll have to adjust in my room since the only key left is mine. I left the other keys in the respective rooms."

"Oh, it's okay with you, right? You don't mind?" he asks me doubtfully.

I roll my eyes and walk towards the couch where Zayn and Louis were trying to give each other a proper high-five.

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