Why is it so bright? Why does my head hurt so bad?
Hunter squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to get more comfortable. His arm was wrapped around something warm and soft, and he pulled it closer to his bare chest, sighing as the warmth got closer. He took a deep breath, and the strong scent of perfume drifted through his nose.
What is that smell? I don't use perfume.
He opened his eyes slowly, groaning as the sun beat mercilessly against his pupils. He used the hand that wasn't holding the mysterious warmth to rub them uncomfortably. What did I do last night? Yikes. He finally managed to get his eyes opened a crack, and he looked around the room, propping himself up on his elbow and snuggling closer to the heat next to him, tightening his arm around what he assumed was a very soft pillow.
Okay, I'm in my hotel room. I won an award. My name is Hunter Hayes. I went to the after party and...did I drink last night? Well, that would explain why I feel like I've been kicked by a horse.
His grey suit was lying in a trail around the room, like he'd thrown it off piece by piece on his way to the bed. Ah, well, I was probably just exhausted. This is why I don't drink. He lay back down, yanking the pillow still closer to him and breathing in the scent of that unfamiliar perfume again. It really doesn't smell bad, though, whatever it is.
"Mmm....Hunter?"
"Yeeeeeees?" he answered, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep and get rid of this awful hangover.
"Why are you awake? Go back to sleep."
"I'm trying." His eyes were closing even as they spoke, and he just wanted the pillow to stop talking. He wanted the window to shut, and he wanted the pounding in his head to quiet down.
The pillow moved around, getting more comfortable between the sheets.
His brow furrowed. Why was the pillow moving? Why was it ...talking? His eyes opened again, and he was met with a vision of short, blonde hair, a graceful neck, and a inexplicably bare back.
Oh my God.
His eyes flew all the way open, and he scanned the room again. There it was, by the door: Amanda's red dress. He looked down in horror at her naked body, only half covered by the sheet. She wasn't a pillow. She was his ex, and she was naked in his bed, and his hand was resting on her...Oh, Lord...What have I done?!
He pulled back so quickly that he fell out of the bed, scrambling to cover himself with whatever was closest, which happened to be his suit pants. He clawed them up to his waist, then just held them there, standing and running to the bathroom.
OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGodohmyGod. What have I done? What have I done!? OhmyGodohmyGod.
He leaned over the toilet and the liquor all came back. Even when it was over, he still felt queasy. OhmyGodohmyGod. What the hell have I done? He let out a string of curse words, all directed at himself, and each one just made his stomach turn and twist into more knots.
Amanda showed up, rubbing her eyes. She had shrugged on Hunter's jacket, but that was the only scrap of clothing she was wearing. He took one look at her and retched again. HUNTER YOU IDIOT! AMANDA, REALLY?!
Then he got mad. He got furious. This HAD to be her fault in some way or another.
"Hunter, are you okay?" she asked, hiding her smirk. She was still playing her part to a tee.
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Secret Love (Hunter Hayes Fanfiction)
Romance"I'm falling for someone who isn't falling for me." "I know exactly how you feel," he answered, leaning down and hugging her tightly. "Do you?" She hugged him back, willing him to know just how much she cared for him. He chuckled. "Yeah, I do." H...
