OneShots♡ (Bradga)

Hangover

Stu, Alan, Doug, and Bradley were back in Las Vegas, a city that had given them unforgettable memories—both good and bad. Despite their past misadventures, they decided that Bradley's bachelor party needed the same chaotic backdrop. It was the weekend before Bradley's wedding, and they wanted to send him off in style, even if it meant risking another wild night in Vegas.

The hotel suite was a disaster. Empty beer bottles and glasses littered the floor, remnants of a night filled with heavy drinking. Posters of scantily clad women adorned the walls, and in the bathroom, latex dolls floated in the bathtub, a testament to the night's debauchery. Alan was the first to stir, groaning as he stumbled his way to the bathroom, his head throbbing.

Bradley woke up next. He lay on the large king-sized bed, the room still dim with only a sliver of sunlight breaking through the curtains. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the gloom. He tried to lift his head, but the pounding headache made him groan. As he shifted, he felt something unusual—a soft weight against his chest. He turned his head and saw a cascade of blonde hair spread across the pillow next to him. A small hand rested on his chest, delicate and unfamiliar.

His heart skipped a beat. He squinted, trying to focus in the dim light. Next to him lay a beautiful woman, her face partially hidden but unmistakably pretty even in the morning light. Her features were soft, her skin flawless. Something about her seemed almost ethereal, like a dream he couldn't quite remember. As the fog of sleep lifted, panic set in. His mind raced, trying to piece together the events of the night before. He was supposed to be getting married tomorrow, but here he was, waking up next to a stranger.

The woman began to stir, stretching languidly before opening her eyes. They were a vivid emerald green, drawing him in with an almost hypnotic pull. Bradley felt a strange sensation in his chest, a mix of awe and anxiety.

"Hey..." she said, her voice soft and a little husky from sleep. She smiled at him, a sleepy, genuine smile that made his heart flutter unexpectedly.

"Hey..." Bradley managed to reply, rubbing his forehead as if trying to massage the confusion away. Shit! How had this happened? He was engaged, set to marry his longtime girlfriend, but now he found himself in bed with a woman he couldn't fully remember. The realization hit him like a cold shower—had he slept with her?

The woman seemed to sense his turmoil. "Why the worried face?" she asked, sitting up and brushing her blonde hair back. She placed her hand on his cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. She leaned in and kissed him, her lips soft and inviting. For a moment, Bradley forgot everything, lost in the sensation of her kiss. He pulled her closer, her warmth a comforting contrast to the chaos in his head.

"Hmmm, Stef..." he murmured against her lips, the name surfacing from the depths of his memory. Stefani Germanotta. The name felt familiar, like a song he hadn't heard in a long time. They had met at a bar last night, and there had been an instant connection. He remembered talking to her, laughing with her, and being utterly captivated by her presence. They had talked for hours, sharing stories and secrets, until the lines between reality and fantasy blurred, leading them here.

Stefani's smile widened. "The night with you was magical, Bradley," she said, her voice filled with a sincerity that made his heart ache. Bradley's mind was a whirlwind. He remembered bits and pieces—the way she had laughed at his jokes, the way her eyes sparkled under the dim bar lights. He remembered the sensation of falling, not just physically but emotionally, as if he had known her forever.

Their moment was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. Stefani pulled back, and both of them turned to see Stu and Alan standing in the doorway, their expressions a mix of shock and confusion. Stu's hair was a ridiculous shade of orange, a testament to some forgotten part of the night's escapades.