Alicia
I woke up with a terrible headache and frowned. I overdid it again last night. One of these days I'm gonna have to learn to control myself, and stop drinking quite so much, I thought to myself, my head throbbing at the effort of doing so.
There was an unwelcome weight pressing down on my chest, and I looked down to see what it could possibly be. An arm was draped casually over my body. This was odd on more than one level. First of all, I didn’t know anyone who was supposed to be lying in bed with me, because I didn’t have a lover much less a boyfriend. Secondly, it hurt too much to think and I couldn’t deal with this right now. I rolled my head to the right, to be met with the sight of a mess of black hair.
No…no…no…NO! Shit! What’s a strange guy doing in my bed? Okay, I know what he was doing in my bed, but… This couldn’t be happening! First I wake up feeling like I’ve been hit by a train and now this! My thoughts sped through me, matching my very rapidly pounding heart. I felt like crying, my eyes already stinging slightly with threatening tears.
Very slowly, I started to move from under the weight of his arm, trying my utter best not to wake him - the sleeping stranger. Clothes were strewn all over the floor. How drunk was I last night? I tiptoed into the bathroom, and quietly closed the door behind me - partially to avoid waking my apparent bed-guest, and partially because my head felt like it was being repeatedly probed and prodded at by a variety of miscellaneous sharp objects. I allowed my heavy, aching head to gently tip back against the door.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, which still tasted like the inside of a brewery. I opened the taps of the shower to a (hopefully) relaxing temperature, and started to slowly, clumsily undress - hoping and praying that it would remedy my condition, if only a little.
I felt a lot better after taking a shower and getting dressed in some fresh clothes, but my head still felt like exploding. In the kitchen, I turned on the coffee maker, because caffeine was probably the only way to survive the day. I poured myself a glass of water, and drank two painkillers. Sitting down at the table, I put some bread in the toaster, laying my aching head down on my arms on the table as I was waiting for it to finish toasting. The painkillers were slowly starting to take effect – they were the strongest I felt completely comfortable consuming in emergencies (much like this one).
What in the hell was I going to do about the guy in my bed? Just as the toast popped up, he entered the kitchen – fortunately partially dressed this time. He was sporting comfy-looking black boxers, and a serious case of crazy bed-head. Cute, I was forced to admit to myself.
“Good morning,” he greeted politely.
“Morning,” I mumbled. “Do you want some coffee?”
“Yes, please,” he moaned eagerly.
I removed two cups from the cupboard and prepared us some coffee. Turning around, I noticed that he was cradling his (no doubt, throbbing) head in his hands. I carefully placed his cup down on the table in front of him, and held out my hand. He looked up at me with a small, but genuine, smile. “Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver,” he said, taking the two painkillers from me.
I sat back down opposite him at the table. “You can help yourself to some toast.”
“Thanks,” he mumbled, taking a slice and slowly chewing and swallowing it.
The silence which surrounded us left me feeling a little uncomfortable and extremely self-conscious. What did he think of me? That I’m a cheap slut? Wait, I had to fix this.
“Just so you know, I’ve never woken up next to a strange guy before, or taken one home, for that matter.”
He looked at me, his questioning eyes immediately searching out my own.
“I’m just saying that I’m not a slut. Whatever you might have been thinking…” I trailed off awkwardly.
A slight smile tugged at his lips, “Don’t worry. I didn’t think that, but thanks for reassuring me. And, just so you know, I haven’t woken up next to a strange girl before either.”
I stared down at my cup, very embarrassed.
He broke the silence quickly, saying, “It was good though.”
I nodded – even though I was drunk off my face, I could still actually remember most of it, and, I had to admit, it really was good. “Yeah, it was,” I blushed.
He smiled, baring the most adorable set of teeth I've ever seen on a guy before. I stared at him for a moment. He had a mess of black hair – that looked like they were meant to look that way, and actually looked good on him - and a beautiful pair of hazel eyes. He was pretty good-looking, or maybe it was just my hangover speaking. No, I definitely wouldn’t have wasted my time with him if I didn’t find him even remotely attractive.
I suddenly remembered something, looking at my watch, “Shit!”
“What?” He nearly fell off his chair from my sudden outburst.
“I’m late! I’m so fucking late!” I replied, jumping up from the table.
“I’m sorry, but do you mind? I really have to go.” I explained, feeling kind of shitty about having to part ways with the dude, without getting to know him a little first. Maybe the whole point of one night stands was to have fun and never face the other person again, but this guy seemed cool.
“Yeah, sure. It’s cool. Thanks for the breakfast. I'll just go get dressed.”
As he went off to do that, I made an attempt to clear at least the worst of the dishes littering the kitchen. I probably should have done that earlier, before offering breakfast to a strange guy (who I got naked with already), but I figured he was too hung-over to register anyway.
I smiled and led him to the door as he returned, fully dressed in the previous night's attire.
“Goodbye and good luck at work,” he said, turning around to leave. I stopped him, though.
“Just out of curiosity, what’s your name?”
“Gerard,” he smiled.
I nodded, my own smile spreading on my face. “I’m Alicia.”
“Well. It was nice meeting you, Alicia.” He pecked my cheek and with that he left.
I closed the door with a sigh, hurriedly grabbing my stuff, and bolting out the door.

Notes

I wrote this story years ago and I'm rewriting it now with a friend of mine, miss pixiewayro. Be sure check her out on AO3.
Please let me know what you think of it and I'll add another chapter asap!
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