Flatmates

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When I wake for the second time I find myself squished between bodies. Freezy one side, Harry the other.

'She lives!' Freezy jokes as I pull myself to a sitting position, realising that I am completely naked as I do so. How the fuck had I not noticed that earlier? And what the fuck happened last night?

Freezy starts laughing as he notices my look of confusion, takes his t-shirt of and throws it at me. I slip it on under the duvet before I even dare ask.

'What the fuck happened?'

'Funny you should ask!' Freezy laughs again before he continues. 'You fell out of the taxi and vomited all over yourself! I then had the carry you, covered in vomit up to the flat. Cal managed to get Harry to bed, then we had to bath you. Yes you heard correctly, WE. I tried alone but I couldn't hold you up AND strip you at the same time. Same as I couldn't hold you up in the bath AND wash you at the same time. We gave up trying to get clothes on you after so dumped you in Harry's bed and then I had to stay up half the night whilst you vomited into a bin, making sure you didn't die. By that point a Harry had fallen out of bed and passed out on the floor. I gave up at that point and left him there, and just got into bed with you and went to sleep. I figured if you choked on your own vomit I would probably wake up.'

Freezy practically died with laughter as he told the story of the night before. Bastard.

The three of us just sat there watching some crap on Netflix, before Freezy got up to go out. 'See you guys later!'

Harry and I got showered and brushed our teeth before crawling back into his bed, neither of us feeling particularly great. We chatted for a bit, Harrys hand rested on my waist as we did so. Suddenly Harry just stopped mid-sentence, staring at me. Slowly his face moved towards mine, my stomach doing summersaults as our lips collided. One hand tangled itself in my hair, the other grabbing my waist and pulling me closer.

It wasn't a rough kiss, it was passionate and loving. Harrys hand slipped its way up the back of Freezys t-shirt, caressing my back as he held me as close to him as was possible. I held onto his waist tightly as Harry moved from my lips, peppering kisses down my neck to my collar bone. The summersaults in my stomach became a full blown circus and he slowly pulled me up to a sitting position, only breaking contact long enough for pull the t-shirt over my head.

Harry slowly laid me back down onto the bed, positioning his body on top of my own, kissing and caressing my body as he slipped his jogging bottoms off. 'Are you sure?' he whispered into my ear, waiting for my response before slipping inside of me.