Julian (Trailer Park Boys) Imagines

Hangover Crushies

8:27am- My morning began with me rolling over in my bed to face the window to see the morning sun. Instead of seeing the morning sun, I seen morning rain bounce off the window. As I went to roll back over on my other side, it hit me like a bus. My head throbbed and I felt like I was spinning. I closed my eyes in response to the spinning but, that made it worse. I remembered my roommates were home so I yelled for one of them.

"Ricky!!!??"

I yelled. No response.

"Bubbles!???!"

Nothing again to my surprise.

"Julian!?!?"

I heard a door open and footsteps running down the hall.

"Y/N??! What's wrong!?"

Julian made his appearance in my doorway.

"Help me get to the bathroom. I'm gonna be sick..!"

I stated while covering my mouth with my hand.
Julian ran over to me and picked me up off my bed. I didn't expect him to do that for me. He ran me out of my bedroom and into the bathroom, setting me onto the floor gently next to the toilet. I leaned over the toilet and threw up my guts. It was so painful. Stomach acid, alcohol, and bar food.

"What did you do last night Y/N?!"

Julian asked all concerned.
He bent down besides me and brushed my hair out of my face and grabbed the rest of my hair into a hand held ponytail. He then rubbed my back and kept asking if I was okay and if I was just badly hungover or if I had done something else.

"I promise Jules, it's just a bad bad hangover.."

I promised him.
I finished my whole throwing up fit and sat back against the wall.

"I'll be right back sweetheart."

He said abruptly as walking out of the room.
He was such a sweet guy. I had always liked him as more than a friend but, I'm always too scared to tell him. He came back into the bathroom with a glass and bottle. The glass had Gatorade in it and the bottle was ibuprofen. He handed me 3 pills and the glass.

"Thank you so much Jules."

"No problem Y/N, I love you."

I blushed. Of course we've been friends forever and we say I love you at times but, this made me feel truly loved.
He then helped me up and carried me back to my bed, where he put on Netflix and closed my blinds. He covered me up and told me he'd come check on me every hour and to rest it off. He kissed my forehead and my heart fluttered. He made his way out of my room and left my door partially opened. I thought to myself as I heard him walking down the hall,

"I really need to tell him how I feel.."

I agreed to tell him when I felt better, and with that, I fell back asleep with a smile on my face and butterflies in my stomach that were not from the hangover.