The night had been a blur. From the kiss onwards, I didn't remember much. I knew that things would probably be awkward around him now, which made me regret kissing him back. But I had never felt like that before during a kiss. The feeling kept me lightheaded every time the memory crept in to my mind. I decided to not bring it up, maybe he was more drunk than I was and had no recollection of it at all.
We had somehow gotten back to Lucy's house after Tom's party, all in one piece. I now realized that the morning routine of the gradual waking up in her house after a party was an unspoken tradition.
My eyes fluttered open, triggering a mild pain in my temple.
"Ohhhhh." I squinted and rested my palm against the side of my head. My hangover wasn't horrible, and the cold floor I seemed to be lying on was comfortable. It felt like tiles beneath me and as my eyes fluttered open, I realized I was facing the dishwasher. Ended up in the kitchen then. At least I didn't have to walk far for coffee.
I felt a sort of snuffling and shifting behind me as the small room with blue kitchen cabinets filled with morning light, making everything look much softer. I could feel someone behind me, and so making sure to not startle whoever it was I turned my body ever so slightly to see who I was squished by.
Oh. Perfect.
His dark hair flopped against his forehead and his chest rose slowly. His sweater had disappeared somewhere throughout the night, leaving him in a fairly tight white tshirt. He shuffled a little bit and made small grabbing motions with his hands until he caught on my waist. I froze up completely and stayed super still, with no idea what to do.
He wrapped them more around me and then pulled me closer to him. He snuffled in to the my shoulder and moved around a little bit more, before finding a comfortable enough position. I was now trapped on the floor but for some weird reason that didn't bother me at all. Mainly because of the person who trapped me. Almost as natural instinct, I found myself snuggling more in to his arms
His breath tickled the side of my neck as he shifted even closer to me. There was nothing to do but give in, and get comfy as well. I turned my back to him and accepted the little spoon position as I closed my eyes, my headache immediately thanking me.
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Fanfictiondisclaimer : it's not according to correct dates, ages, or song releases so .. ( young arctic monkeys ) Avarie moves to Sheffield, expecting the worst. Her fathers job takes her whole family from the vibrant city of Paris to this British city that...
