Greece One Shots

Sober

A/N: this book isn't dead, i promise 😩 i've been focused on writing something else that i kinda ditched this for a little while oops. also, my laptop won't let me centre things properly so the layout on this will probably be weird lol.

annyywaysss, i hope you enjoy xx

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(Reece's POV)




I woke up on my side, head pounding, not even having opened my eyes yet. I didn't want to move, afraid to make the headache worse. So I opted for opening my eyes instead. God, that was a mistake.

I groaned in pain as my eyes adjusted to the light. That's when I noticed George asleep next to me, like always. I felt a weird tug in my chest as a memory set in the back of my mind but refused to surface.

What happened last night?

I heard a noise from the other side of the hotel room, soon realising it was a groan from Blake. "I am never drinking again."

I laughed softly and sat up.

"I'm gonna get us some pain killers. Do you remember anything about last night?" I asked.

He answered as I dug through my suitcase. "We went to a friends party, we drank... and that's about it. You were the least drunk of us all, I thought you'd remember more."

I handed Blake the pills and some water as George started stirring.

"I don't know..." I trailed off, a strange feeling settling in my stomach, kind of like butterflies. "Bits and pieces, I guess."

It was kind of like when you have a dream that makes you really feel, and when you wake up the next morning, the feeling lingers. Like when you're dreading something but you don't know what, only it's not dread I'm feeling. It's... an anxious feeling. A mixture between hope, shock, and anticipation, maybe. Maybe not. But it's something, something that's irritating me, like I need to know what it is.

"Are those painkillers?" George's voice startled me slightly. "Please let those be painkillers."

I laughed slightly and threw the box at him, going to the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water. When I handed it to him, I noticed something in his eyes, something that made my stomach do backflips. I ignored it, though.

"How are you feeling?" I laughed.

George got the drunkest out of us all, so even though he often sobers down quickly, I knew he'd be feeling like shit.

And just as I thought. "Shit," he laughed back.

Suddenly, a memory from last night popped into my head. The three of us were in the car, singing at the top of our lungs, dancing like idiots. I smiled at the memory. But, it wasn't the one I wanted. It wasn't the one making me feel like something is going to happen, like something needs to happen.

"You good, mate?" George asked, furrowing his brow a little.

But it was him that was making me feel off. Whatever happened last night, had something to do with him.

I smiled a little and nodded. "Fine. Though, I would be better if you made us some breakfast."

He rolled his eyes but sat up nonetheless, rubbing at his eyes.

I decided to shower while G made us something to eat. And while I was standing under the hot water, thoughts were running through my mind like a marathon.

Did I tell him?
What if he knows?
Is whatever happened last night going to ruin everything?

Because George and I have always been a little more than friends, and I've always felt a little more than friendly towards him. But I'd never tell him that, no, at least not sober...