So imperfect

"RINGRINGRINGNRINGRING"

The blaring sound of an alarm clock wakes me up, along with the realisation I have a pounding hangover headache. With a groan, I roll over and pull the soft, white pillow over my head, lazily bashing at the bedside table with my fist, trying to shut off the alarm. The second I stop the godawful ringing, realisation hits me. I don't have an alarm clock. I move the pillow and sit up, now realising I'm in a big, comfy hotel bed. The sound of breathing makes me look to my left where someone's lying beside me. Crap. What the hell happened last night?! After last time if promised myself this wouldn't happen again. I take a deep breath, trying to resist the panic feeling that's rapidly rising inside me. Keep calm, collect your things and get out before whoever the heck that is wakes up and sees me. I carefully climb out of bed and try to search for my stuff, but I can't think straight and the fact I'm butt-naked also doesn't help. My head is telling me to leave but I'm also gripped with curiosity about who I slept with last night. I tip-toe around the edge of the bed and get an glimpse of messy blonde bed head, metallic lip ring and gentle blue eyes that are just flickering open. Crap crap crap crap crap.

"Hey perfect" he says in his sleepy, sexy voice. Luke Robert Hemmings.

I let out a shriek and grab a throw blanket to cover my self, then realise it's pointless and collapse on to the floor and start to sob.

"Woah gorgeous what's the matter?" Luke croons, reaching out to hug me.

"DONT YOU SEE" I scream through my tears. "I promised I wouldn't do this again, especially after what happened last time. Especially not with you. Why would I even do that. What even happened last night?!"

"The last I can remember is dancing at the club with you. We were pretty wasted. And it's obvious what happened afte.." He starts but I interrupt.

"It's doesn't matter. I just need to call my friend"

"Your bag must be in the lounge. But you might want to get dressed - I share this suite with the band."

I spot my little black tank top on the floor and pull it on, but there's no sign of my other clothes. "Here" Luke tosses me a pair of American Apparel underwear and I go into the lounge and find my iPhone in my bag. I stare at my contacts list for what feels like an hours but I can't muster up the courage to tell anyone about what I did. I feel like an utter wreck, I don't even want to know what Luke now thinks of me. I head back to the bedroom but pause in the doorway. A 90's song I don't remember the name of is playing softly through the laptop on the dresser. He's standing in the middle of the room in his underwear, smirking at me. I don't dare to make eye contact. I scan the room and spot my ripped skinny jeans lying on the floor under the full length mirror. I glance at my reflection. My hair is messed up and my scarlet lipstick is smeared onto my chin.

"I found out about something else we did last night" Luke says, making me snap back into reality. I stare at him as he turns around as gestures to his upper back.

In between his broad shoulders is a heart shaped tattoo with my name written across it in italics.