candles and cotton | b.h

thirty.

"she let him kiss her for a second."
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home. i don't think there's a nicer word, having let cheryl and ben stay at the apartment meant a smaller amount of space as six people were now in the apartment.

caitlin slept with me, wrecked from last night, while cheryl and ben slept in the sitting room, whining constantly about this or that.

i yawned as i opened my eyes, the sun blinded me as i woke up, caitlin lay alongside me, still asleep, her make-up smudged, she still smelled of alcohol.

ben, joe, caitlin and i were back to school tomorrow, cheryl didn't attend any college, she worked at the nearby airport.

i pushed myself up and sighed, it had to be early, i slid out of the bed and glanced back at caitlin, she was still fast asleep.

i opened my bedroom door, immediately hearing whimpers from the sitting room, i quickened my pace and walked into the living room.

ben was on his made-up bed, which was really just the couch, and held head between his two arms, whimpering constantly.

he glanced back and saw me, "y/n, please, it hurts so much."

i paced over and quickly stroked his forehead tenderly, "oh benny."

he whined, i gave his forehead a sweet friendly kiss, "come on, pet. let's get you something to help."

he stood up slowly, stumbled and held my elbow, i guided him to a chair in the kitchen, he rested his head on the table.

"i'm sorry about last night."

i turned off the tap, my heart dropping into my stomach, i still felt his lips on mine, "oh?"

"i'm sorry i drank so much last night."

i breath out a sigh of relief, "oh it's alright, ben. i get it,"

i gave him a glass of cool water and a paracetamol, he gulped it down, sighing afterwards.

"t-thanks,"he muttered, wiping his wet lips with the heel of his hand.

i smiled, taking the glass and placing it on the sink, "no problem."

i continued talking to ben while i made him scrambled eggs and toast, i've never really tried to help people with hangovers, never had the opportunity.

well, until ben vomited over my, thankfully, dirty trainers.

"i'm so- so sorry, y/n! really! oh my god!"

i gagged, placing the plate on the table uneasily, the smell made my stomach twist.

i glared down at ben, who was crouched against the table, a hand clutching his stomach, "i want to fucking kill you."