Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

The Party

A/N - I had sm fun writing this

Request made by @nerfmoriaplease

Alexander's POV

John Laurens, my stupid jock asshole roommate. We both go to King's College and he's on a football scholarship. I'm here on a full ride with the promise that my grade won't slip below an A. I'm constantly doing homework and working my hardest to pass with flying colors. John always gets mad and yells at me for 'disturbing his sleep with my typing'. What he doesn't know is yelling at me doesn't help, it's just triggers my anxiety and I start crying. He always calls me a baby and storms away. He'd never lay a hand on me though. He knows better and I know he's a good person. I got me a cupcake for my birthday last year. I kind of have a crush on him. Listen. Ok. He's hot as fuck. Like Jesus Christ. If you saw him you'd drool. I saw him come out of the shower once...Let's just say I had to take a shower after that. Oh! And one time I passed out on the couch after class and I woke up with a blanket. When I woke up confused he just smirked and moved back to his room. Anyway. Enough about that. You're here for a story. Alex I swear to god- hush.

   "Fuck!" I yelled, pulling on my hair and rapidly clicking. Panic began to set in as I couldn't find my essay and I started to have a panic attack. I couldn't breathe and I stumble to the door...not wearing anything but boxers. Oh dear god. I started getting lightheaded as I opened the door and John looked up from his phone. I tried to take a breath but nothing came and I fell to the floor. John came to my side and frowned.
   "Hamilton?" I coughed and wheezed and the room spun faster. "Hey? What's wrong?" He shook me a bit and I blacked out.

   I woke up in my bed with the blankets pull tightly around me and I could breathe. I sat up slowly and found a glass of water and a cookie in my nightstand and my essay was open on my laptop. I blushed and slid out of bed. I skimmed through the essay and smiled seeing it was all there. I pulled out a sheet of paper and pen and scribbled a note.

Thank you :) - Alex

   I slid it under John's door and I heard him sit up then chuckled quietly. I smiled and scurried back to my room. Yeah we hate each other but we respect each other and he wouldn't wish me dead. After about two hours John opened the door without warning and I jumped. "What the fuck! Knock!" John rolled his eyes and shut my computer. My first instinct was to scream and he pressed a hand to my mouth. I licked his hand, hoping he'd let go, and he raised an eyebrow.
   "Ya done yet?" His southern accent slipped and I nodded slowly. He let go and I huffed. "Get dressed."
   "Why?"
   "Because."
   "I'm not doing shit until you give me a viable explanation."
   "We're going to a party."
   "Correction. You're going to a party." I turned back to my laptop and John turned my chair around.
   "And you're coming."
   "No."
   "Yes. Let's go."
   "Why?"
   "Because you passed out over clicking the wrong link. I think you're a little stressed. Get dressed."
   "No."
   "Hamilton, I will drag you kicking and screaming by your hair." John spat, we had a staring contest and he won because he was currently leaning over me. It was hot.
   "Fine." He let go of me and I saved my essay. "Give me thirty minutes." John groaned and I glared at him.
   "You're such a girl." He stalked out and I rolled my eyes. I decided on a dark green over sized sweater tucked into a short frilly black skirt and black combat boots. I put on a little bit of makeup (highlight, blush, mascara, and cherry lipgloss) and put my curly red hair in a neat bun, letting my clear rimmed glasses to sit on my nose. I liked my appearance so I grabbed my phone and stepped into the sitting room. John looked up and I swear I saw him blush.
   "What? Is it too much?"
   "No. I've just never seen you wear anything other than sweatpants." John hummed, I smirked and he grabbed his keys and jacket. "C'mon." I skipped out in front of him and he lead me to his car. I climbed in the passenger seat and he started the car. We drove in an uncomfortable silence and I played with my skirt.
   When we arrived John opened the door for me and I frowned, getting out. "Ok, rules."
   "Rules?"
   "Yes. I don't wanna be responsible for something you got yourself into. If someone asks if you want a 'hit' say no. It's weed and I'm pretty sure that would be bad for your medication." I raised my eyebrows in surprise that he took the time to care about my illnesses. "Don't ever let anyone get drink for you unless it's me. Keep an eye on your drink at all times and always get a new cup if you have to put it down. If it gets too loud for you come find me and I'll take you home if you want." I smiled and nodded.
   "Ya know you're sweet when ya wanna be." I hummed.
   "Shut up." John rolled his eyes and grabbed my wrist, pushing me into the party. "Go socialize." He left me alone and I bit my lip. The music pumped loudly and people were screaming, yelling, and vomiting. I decided to at least look the part a little bit and got myself a drink. I meandered around and some guy mistook me for a girl, starting to grind on me.
   "Um...stop?" He kept going. "Please stop! Get off me!" I tried to push him but he grabbed my arm and grabbed my ass. "L-let go, creep!" Suddenly he was ripped away and shoved away, a pair of arms pulling close. I looked up at John and he glared at the weird guy.
   "He said 'get off'." John snapped. "You alright?"
   "Uh huh." I stammered.
   "Not even ten minutes." John smirked.
   "I need to use the restroom." I started to walk away and John grabbed my arm.
   "Hey!" I looked at him and he swiftly pressed a bottle into my hands. I glanced at it and saw they were my anxiety pills.
   "Wha-" he was gone. I blushed and slipped into the bathroom. I took my pills and calmed down enough. I got myself a new drink and opted to stand off to the side. John told me I could put the pills in the car so I wouldn't be branded a drug dealer and I gladly did. Right now I'm sitting in a side room by myself and trying not to have a nervous break down. The door opened and I jumped. John closed the door behind him and slowly approached me.
   "Hey, ya ok?" I nodded slowly and sniffed. "Come on. Let's get you home."
   "N-no!" John frowned and I stood up. "I wanna stay! I'm not a lightweight! I can do this!"
   "Hamilton, it's not a sign of weakness to leave early." John reasoned.
   "My dad may have been a fucking quitter but I'm not a pussy. I'm staying."
   "Ha-"
   "No!" I pushed passed him and he grabbed my arm.
   "I'll get them to calm down a bit." He let me go and I left the room. I got a drink and with in ten minutes the music was turned down and everyone sat down to play a game.
   "The game is Seven Minutes in Heaven." A red hair, brown eyed man spoke. John sat across from me and I glanced at him. He was whispering to another ginger with straight hair, no freckles, and chestnut eyes. "You spin the bottle and whoever it lands on you fuck." My eyes widened and I stared at John accusingly. He gave me a look that said 'I did what I could' and I sighed. They spun the bottle and it landed on some boy. They spun and spun and spun and moans could be heard from the closet until it was my turn. I slowly leaned forward and it landed on a girl. She had simple brown hair and black eyes with a dainty blue dress. She got up and I slowly stood as well. John looked...jealous and...angry.
   "C'mon, baby boy." The girl purred, I crinkled my nose but followed her and someone locked the door from the outside. "Well?" I frowned and cocked my head to the side.
   "Well what?"
   "What are you waiting for?"
   "Huh?"
   "Wipe it out already, you girl." She spat, I folded my arms over my chest and jutted my hip out.
   "One, I'm not a girl. Two, I'm not touching you. And three, have a little dignity!" I hadn't realized I raised my voice until I heard giggled from outside. I sat on the floor and she groaned. After seven minutes they let us out and I sat back down. John smirked at me and I glared at him. He gave me a tiny thumbs up and I grinned. After a few more spins it was John's turn and he spun it. It landed on me and I blushed. We both stood up and John started a timer when we got inside.
   "How ya feeling."
   "Fine."
   "Can I ask you something...personal?"
   "Sure."
   "What did you mean by your dad being a quitter?" I sighed and let my arms rest at my sides.
   "My dad left my family when I was ten."
   "Oh...I'm sorry."
   "Why did you bring my meds?"
   "I thought you'd need them."
   "Why do try to take care of me?"
   "What?" I huffed and John backed me into a wall. "Why don't you hate me?"
   "I do." I stammered.
   "No, ya don't."
   "I do!"
   "You don't."
   "How would you know?" I spat.
   "Because I know."
   "That's not a reason."
   "Fine. I know because you wouldn't stop me if I...did...this..." he let his hand drift up my thigh and up my skirt. I shuttered but didn't stop him. He started kissing my neck and soon I was glad I wore a skirt.
   "J-John-" I breathed.
   "Hush, baby. Quiet." He purred, I pulled his shirt up and traced his six pack with a lopsided smile.
   "Are we really gonna do this?"
   "Only if you want."
   "Oh, I want." John smirked and pushed me against the wall. He pressed his soft lips against mine and gently palmed me. I moaned quietly into the kiss and rocked my hips into John's hand. He lifted my skirt and pulled my boxers off. I unbuttoned his pants and  he kissed me again. It didn't feel like a sexual kiss, it felt like he'd been waiting for it for awhile. I kissed back and he lifted me up, spreading my legs. I gasped he looked his arms under my legs to keep me up, he positioned himself and I gasped in pain.
   "Tell me when." John whispered, after a moment I nodded and John slowly pushed in further. He started to push in and out and I moaned quietly. He went a little faster and I moaned quietly. He glanced at his phone on the floor and wiped the drool off my chin. "Baby, we can't do this." He breathed, I understood and he carefully pulled out. I whined at the loss of pleasure and he put himself back together while I slipped my boxers back on. The door opened and John and I looked like we hadn't done shit.
   "Boo!" Everyone chorused as we sat back down. The game continued and I found myself uncomfortable. I figured out why, I was leaking pre-cum and I was wearing a skirt. I quickly pulled my phone out and texted John.
Alex
We need to go home