Candice's P.O.V
I wake up with a banging headache like my head is being crushed by a ton of bricks. I feel like I'm about to throw up which isn't fun. I realise I'm in Grants trailer yet can only seem to remember having the intention to go there and... shit - I was intending to go and tell him how I feel. I hate my drunk self. I can't even remember if I did tell him but knowing me I probably did. Well done Candice.
I can't see him anywhere. What if I scared him off? I really don't trust myself right now and really fear what I might have done. Did I lose him?
I hear the flush from the bathroom and he walks out about a minute later. I take it he didn't run away. His hair is all scruffed up and his eyes are heavy yet he still looks good.
"Hey," he says, "sorry, did I wake you?" He asks, getting back under his blanket the other side of the sofa.
"No." I say. "How did I get here?" I ask, struggling to talk.
He laughs, "um you came waltzing in here last night and uh... you had a few things to say maybe I don't really remember all of it I guess."
Oh God. I really did tell him.
"What did I say?" I ask hoping he won't say what I think I said.
"Um..." he laughs, "okay before I tell you I want you to know it doesn't bother me so don't feel weird about it..." he begins.
"Oh no," I moan, slapping my hand on my throbbing forehead; I knew exactly what he was about to say.
He laughs, "it's okay Dice seriously I wasn't gonna fuck you when you're drunk,"
"WHAT?!" I yell a bit too loud. I was not expecting that to be one of the things I said - it doesn't surprise me but that definitely didn't cross my mind as something I'd say. "No, I didn't say that, oh my God Grant I'm so sorry." I burry my face in the pillow out of embarrassment.
"Dice honestly it's fine, you were drunk,"
"Yeah but I should have never -" I cut myself off with a thought... uh oh..." did I try and you know...?" I ask. I have vague memories of being very close to him up against the wall but am hoping that was just a dream. "Please tell me I didn't force myself upon you!" I say, my face buried deeper in the pillow.
"I'm not gonna lie to you..." he says with a little smirk, "yeah you did. But I wouldn't call it forcing you just kissed me and..." he immediately stops talking and looks away so I know there's something else that must be inappropriate.
"And what?" I ask, looking up my expression blank.
He bites his bottom lip and I can tell he doesn't want to tell me.
"G please, it's not that bad is it?" I ask, just praying he'll say he's joking and nothing happened. He looks at me and then looks away again and nervously laughs. "Oh god it is!" I cry burying my head back in the pillow. "I'll leave, I'm sorry about everything." I say going to get up but then my stomach turns and I know I'm gonna barf.
"No candice don't leave, please." He says.
"Uh oh," I say, completely ignoring what he said as I'm focusing on not throwing up but I guess things can't get any more embarrassing than I was last night apparently. I try and stop myself but I can't, I run to the bathroom and am sick straight into the toilet.
Grant comes in and holds my hair back and rubs my back. I'm surprised he even wants to be near me after whatever happened last night.
I start crying at just everything. Why did I think this was a good idea - any of it; becoming Iris, meeting him, being his friend and letting myself fall for him?
"It's okay, let it all out," he says softly still caressing my back.
"Why are you here?" I ask him.
"Because, you're my best friend I'm not just gonna let you throw up in my bathroom on your own." He says with a little laugh as if it was obvious why he was there and she didn't see it. "Candice what happened, it hasn't made me see you differently, if anything it's made me see things more clearer," he says, getting some aspirin out of the cupboard.
"What do you mean," I ask him, wiping the sides of my mouth.
He gets me a cup of water and takes a deep breath, "you and me, we're different to everyone else..." he vaguely says.
"I still don't know what you mean?" I say.
"We see each other differently. Look," he sits down by me handing me the aspirin and water and takes another deep breath, "the thing is Candice... we've been trying to hide our feelings for too long, now it's time to stop. It's doing us no good... it just makes us do embarrassing and crazy stuff when we're drunk," he laughs.
I smile back at him.
"So... you're saying?"
"I like you too Candice. And I wanna be more than you're friend if you'll let me." He says.
Was this really happening? Grant Gustin likes me? Am I still drunk?
"Well I did not think our confessions would take place on the bathroom floor of your trailer," I say with a laugh.
He smiles back and caresses my cheek looking deep into my eyes.
"You should get some rest. I'm gonna look after you today." He says.
"G you don't have to do that." I tell him.
"I want to." He says. He then gently kisses me on the cheek. "C'mon, you need to lye down." He says, standing up and slightly lifting me up.
"Only if you lye with me?" I tell him.
He chuckles. "Fine." He says.
I hook an arm around his neck and he helps me over to the couch where he picks me up so my legs are straddled around his waist and I can't help but kiss him.
"Thanks grant." I tell him.
He smiles at me and lies down on the sofa so I'm led on top of him and rest my head on his chest. He flicks on the tv and I still can't get over the fact he likes me back. I'm here led on top of Grant Gustin, how? I close my eyes and before I know it I fall into a peaceful slumber.
