Burnt Bridges || WillNE

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Waking up I could feel a burning ache in my neck. I opened my eyes slowly, the sun streaming in between my eyelids, breaking harshly though my long eyelashes. Fuck this, I hate mornings. I felt a heavy weight around my waist, and looked down to see an arm that was not my own.

"What the fuck!" I screeched, and launched myself off the couch. It wasn't until I felt a sharp pain around my wrist, and saw a body flying towards me that I remembered the last 12 hours. It was too late by that point. A freshly awoken Will flew towards me, off the couch, and landed directly on top of me. Our faces inches apart, eyes wide.

"What the fuck!" He yelled, mimicking my previous statement as he got off me and moved as far away as the handcuffs would allow.

"I haven't been awake long enough for this shit," I mumbled to myself.

"You and me both, fucking hell, go away," he retorted bitterly.

"And how the fuck would you like me to do that?!" I yelled, shaking my hand in the air, his following suit.

We were both on our feet at this point, glaring at each other. In that moment the phone rang, and we both almost sighed in relief. Will walked to the coffee table quickly, dragging me with him harshly, profanities spilling from my mouth.

"What do you want George!" Will yelled into the phone. "Okay." He pulled the phone away from his ear and put it on speaker.

"Okay so we are all going to meet up back at mine in 3 hours for the uncuffing ceremony, and us Eboys are going to answer some questions about all of our time together, so get ready, try not to kill each other. I'm hanging up now so I don't have to deal with your whining," George said quickly, before the speaker beeped three times signalling he hung up.

The next hour was Will and I using all the time we could apart while showering, getting changed and getting ready before we inevitably had to be chained back together.

The hour after that was spent arguing. About breakfast, about pulling on the handcuffs too much, about everything we could. After an hour we got a group text from George.

'Challenge time: Pairs, do each other's hair so you're all looking fit for the finale!'

I did Will's hair first. Honestly I was relieved, it meant that we could uncuff ourselves even for an hour. I glossed his hair righ back, and gave him an atrocious middle part. I used every gel, creme and hairspray I could find, mostly because I knew he would suffer getting it all out. His face when he saw it was beyond priceless, and literal tears were running down my face as I creased over behind him, laughing so hard I made no noise.

"You're in for it now Rogers," he muttered quietly. It was scarier than him yelling at the top of his lungs, which I expected.

I sat in the chair and tried to calm my breathing. His hands went straight for the comb.

"You've made this hard for me, expect the same you cow," he bit at me.

"Do you worst Lenney," I challenged.

And he did. By the time he was finished my hair was teased in a tight Afro. I was convinced the only way I would be able to fix this was to shave my head at the end of it.

"Are you fucking serious! Yours can wash out you cunt!" I yelled at him from the chair.

"Oh it's not that bad!" He said in between laughing.

His hands went to my hair, inspecting his work. He was looking at the bottom of my hair and went to move it to the side. I don't know if it was on purpose, but he tugged on my hair. My body stiffened and I felt a flutter in my stomach. I looked up to see Will looking at me surprised, eyebrows raised and smirking. He rested his hand on my shoulder lightly, almost caringly, and did it again, but harder. Again my body stiffened and I fought the urge to make a noise.