DANCING IN LOVE

5

Ughhh... My head really hurts. I probably should have stopped drinking way earlier yesterday. I'm pretty sure that I have a massive hangover. I can't even remember what I did exactly yesterday. I know that I went to a club with Lexi and we met two guys... but I don't know any details or how we even got back afterwards. But somehow we we got home, at least, why else would I be lying in my bed?

I've only had a hangover once in my life. It was probably in 9th grade. I didn't really drink much, but on that birthday party they served a lot of punch. I prefered the fruit instead of the actual punch so I had lots of these. But it turned out, that there was much more alcohol in the fruit than in the actual liquid. I was feeling so miserable afterwards that I swore to myself that I would never get a hangover again. Seems like I've broken my promise.

As I know from several movies and books, the best way to deal with a hangover is taking a cold shower and having loads of coffee and water. I don't really feel like taking a shower yet, so I guess it should be an appropriate first step to open my eyes.

It's really light in here and I'm blinded. Wait, that must be because of the hangover, right? Because there can't actually come much light through the tiny window in my dorm room. I decide to open my eyes again and after blinking a few times, my eyes get used to the light. Wait, am I dead? No, I'm not, I guess. But where am I? This is definitely NOT my bed. But then, WHOSE bed is this? I figure out that I'm lying in a king sized bed with white sheets. The light source is a huge floor to ceiling window, covering almost the entire wall. The blinds are down, so I cant't really see what the windows are facing, what would be really helpful for finding out where the heck I am. 

Oh my god. I must have gotten kidnapped! But wouldn't a kidnapper tape my mouth and hide me in some dark basement? I decide to get up and look around. I guess if there's some murderer in this apartment he's going to kill me anyways, so I have nothing to lose. 

I swing my feet out of the bed and attempt to get back up. Hmm... that's weird. Why am I wearing a T-Shirt? Where's my dress? Right when I spot it hanging over the chair in the corner, the door opens. I cringe, thinking this is the moment I'm going to die. 

But when the door opens, I see some curly head appear. And immediately it comes back to my mind. That's Liam, one of the guys we met yesterday. He's only wearing some dark blue boxers and a white shirt. 

Ohh no. I don't remember why I'm here but I'm pretty sure we had a one night stand or whatever. Woow. I've never been so ashamed. I've only done "it" once before, when I was a junior in high school. This asshole, Josh, ended up cheating on me with some stupid cheerleader, so obviously I regret it. But my second time didn't go much better apparently. I'm a whore. Damn.

"Look who's finally woken up! I thought you were dead or something."  I don't remember his voice to be that smoky, but I'm not gonna lie; I like it. "I made some coffee, you can have some if you want", he adds. I nod. I really want to get away from here quickly, but some coffee would really help my headache. 

I follow him into the kitchen. He has already poured some into my cup, what is really nice actually. I'm sure that I'm never going to see him again, so I just feel free to ask him why I'm here because I honestly can't remember. There's a little hope left that I just stayed the night for some other reason.

"So well... why do you think you woke up in my bed, Maddy?" He seems very amused. I can totally understand that, it was really a dumb question. 

"Well, I guess I know. But I'm really sorry if I did anything embarrassing. I didn't mean it. I was just drunk."

He starts to giggle. "I know that you were drunk. And don't be sorry. I actually liked what happened yesterday. "

Alright. I think that I really have to go now. I haven't been in such an uncomfortable situation for a long time. When I announce that to him, he just chuckles even more. "I'm just going to call an Uber, get dressed and then I won't disturb you any longer."

"I've already ordered one for you. Just put the shirt on my bed." When did he order an Uber? Ohhh, I'm wearing his shirt. Where else should it have come from? 

Attempting to go back to the bedroom to dress myself, he suddenly follows me. When I raise an eyebrow at him, questioning his behavior, he just responds roughly "I have to get dressed as well. Anyways, there's no reason for you to be ashamed now. Nothing I haven't seen before."

I blush. He's really teasing me on purpose. I just don't give an answer, turn around and put on my dress quickly. I resist the urge to turn around and look at him. Why would I even want to look at him?, I ask myself.

I quickly pass him and say "Goodbye", hoping the Uber is coming soon. I don't really want to wait in the cold for too long. All he says is "See you". 

I don't guess that that's the point of a One night stand, but I'm not going to see him again anyways.