Skinny Love | l.h.

8

My head pounds as a reminder of my drinking last night when I finally wake up the next morning. I slowly open my eyes and I don't really know where I am since this is not my bedroom at my grandma's house. I see someone's arm draped over me and I immediately think of the worst as I try to remember anything that happened. Could I have ended up here as a one night stand after getting too drunk to think rationally? I really don't want to have to go through the walk of shame if that's the case.

I look down and see the only articles of clothing I have on are my bra, panties, and a white t-shirt that's definitely not mine since it's huge on me. Maybe I didn't sleep with a random stranger since I'm not completely naked like I would be if that happened.

I look behind me and that familiar blonde hair comes into view. I remember after getting drunk last night, Luke took me home, but we ended up here instead so I wouldn't risk getting in trouble by my parents, which probably realized I was gone a long time ago.

I don't really know why I'm in the same bed as Luke, though. I would think I would sleep on the floor since he had done so at my house. I spot the blankets and pillows on the floor next to the bed. That makes me wonder if I got up in my sleep and got in bed with Luke. If so, it's going to be awkward explaining myself when Luke wakes up.

"Luke?" I whisper. I don't get a response, though. Luke just lays there, arms still wrapped around my waist as he lightly snores.

I turn my body around so I'm facing him. I attempt to push him off me but this only results in Luke hugging me tighter against him. My face is squished against his chest and I struggle to get myself away but he's stronger than me so I don't really have any luck getting him off me. The black muscle tee he's wearing still smells of his cologne from the night before.

"Luke." I groan into his chest, but he only stirs in his sleep a little. "Luke, I swear to God I'll puke all over you if you don't get off." I threaten but Luke obviously doesn't hear me since I don't really get a reaction. I still feel nauseous from the alcohol last night, so I'm not kidding when I say I'll puke on Luke. Whatever happens, happens, right?

As a last resort, I decide to plug Luke's nose shut, keeping the air from getting in. I release it when I see Luke's eyes fly open. He looks around, just as confused as I was and realizes he has me hugged against him. He immediately lets me go, looking pretty embarrassed considering the light blush on his cheeks.

"Shit, sorry." He mumbles, sleep still apparent in his voice.

"Who's the cuddler now?" I tease, remembering how I told Luke I was a cuddler as a joke.

"Shut up. I-I thought you were the pillow." He attempts to cover it up but there's no fooling me.

"Sure." I roll my eyes. "You about suffocated me to death."

"Maybe I should've." Luke scowls.

"Shots fired!" I laugh, but stop when my head starts pounding a little more as a result. "My head is killing me." I groan.

"That's what alcohol does to you." He mutters, laying on his back. He puts his hands behind his head and looks up at me sitting next to him.

"How much did I drink last night?" I rub my head as if it'll help the pain go away.

"I don't know, but it was enough to make you puke." Luke makes a disgusted face.

I groan once again, "I'm never getting drunk again."

"Tell Ashton that next time he tries to hand you a drink then." Luke remarks, obviously angry at Ashton for whatever reason.

"It's not his fault, I chose to drink last night." I defend. Ashton even said I didn't have to if I didn't want to but of course, being me, I had to show him I wasn't lame. This is my fault more than anything.