If You Stay....

My eyes fluttered open the next morning, staring up at the ceiling as my head pounded with an excruciating pain. I dragged a hand down my tired face; instantly regretting the night before. “I am never drinking again” I muttered miserably to myself. I turned my head, my eyes widening in horror as I saw the back head of a man sleeping next to me. “Oh god!” I cried, waking up the man next to me. The man turned his head, pushing his dark brown hair out of his pallid face.

“Oh my god!” I cried, jumping out of the bed scrambling for my clothes. “Frank....what are you doing?” Mikey asked, rubbing his tired eyes as he sat up in bed. I stared at him, how could he forget what happened last night? I sure as hell didn’t! “Mikey, don’t you remember what happened last night” I said, trying to keep my voice low as my head was still pounding. Mikey raised an eyebrow at me, shaking his head in confusion. I swallowed hard, this was so humiliating. “We...you know. Did it” I mumbled.

Mikey’s face quickly twisted into a look of disgust. “Oh my god you had sex with someone in my room! Jesus Christ frank” He cried, falling back against his pillow. I pulled on my hoodie, now staring at him in confusion. It had to have been him I slept with; he was there the next morning! “No...we slept together” I explained only for Mikey to quickly cut me off. “Frank, we did NOT sleep together. I came in here last night and you were fast asleep” He said, starting to sound annoyed. I shrank back, the pain in my head getting worse as I tried to think of who that person was. It had to have been Mikey, surely?

It was only then, did I realise I had no idea who the person was. I couldn’t remember their name let alone their face.

Mikey hid under the covers. “gimme 5 minutes and we’ll talk properly.” he mumbled, closing his eyes. He turned away, probably so he didn’t have to look at the mistake he had made. I turned to leave, a horrible sinking feeling of regret taking over me as I left the room.

I passed a mirror on the way to kitchen, my eyes widening in horror as I caught my refection; I looked like shit. My long black hair was a beer soaked mess and my eyes were blood shot; I’d never looked so bad in all my life. A cry suddenly came from the kitchen, making me jump. I wandered into the kitchen, squinting as the morning sun flooded through the windows. “Nice to see you’ve finally woken up” a familiar voice said. I grinned. “I hate you Gerard” I moaned, rubbing my eyes. Gerard was sat upon the counter, eating lucky charms straight from the box while Ray was standing by the sink, a large gash in his hand. “Jesus Christ what did you do?!” I cried, staring at the blood which was now dripping onto the floor. “I cut my hand on this stupid thing” Ray replied, raising a knife that was in his other hand. He threw it back in the sink, the knife clattering against the rest of the washing up. I glared at Gerard as he shovelled more lucky charms into his mouth; he could be such a pig sometimes. “What? I offered to help, he insisted on doing it himself” He argued.

I rolled my eyes at him, “Lazy sod” I said as I reached into the medical cupboard for the first aid kit and began tending to Ray’s hand. “What do you mean I’m lazy?! I offered to help!” Gerard cried “I said I wanted help, you just sat there and stuffed your face” Ray moaned, wincing as I wiped his hand clean of blood. “I’m hung over... they’re really good guys, you should try some” Gerard replied holding out the box. A timid smile crept onto my face. “We both hate you” I joked as I bandaged up his hand, cautiously investigating it. “Aww and I love you too honey” Gerard squealed, pulling kissing faces at me. I felt my cheeks burned red as Gerard and Ray burst into laughter. I’d give anything for him to say that again and mean it. Ever since we first met, Gerard was the one I felt close to, the one who supported me and who looked out for when he was at his darkest; maybe that’s why I fell for him, because he made me feel important.

“Last night was great huh” Gerard said, wiping the tears from his light brown eyes. Ray nodded. “It was pretty mental, how much did I drink? I can barely remember what happened” He said as I quietly wandered over to the kettle to make a cup of coffee; my head pulsating. “Same” I replied quietly, my voice cold and filled with regret. Gerard jumped down from the counter, watching me with cautious eyes offering me a worried look. He opened his mouth to offer me some kind words of comfort, anything to make me feel better that crappy morning. Suddenly Mikey burst into the kitchen, fully clothed as he walking into the counter as he struggled to function. “Rough night soldier?” Ray said, laughing at him as he banged his head into the counter. Mikey groaned, pushing his limp hair off his face as he sat down at the table.

“Did Nina leave?” Mikey mumble, resting his head against the table. Ray nodded. “Yeah she left after you passed out on the bed next to Frank” He said quietly. I spun round, nearly spilling the coffee in my hand. “What?” I said, a little too enthusiastically. Ray gave me a look, raising an eyebrow at me as I leaned against the counter- trying to act casual. “Yeah Mikey went up, found you passed out and then kinda fell asleep next to you” Gerard explained, opening the fridge and searching for something to drink. I sighed with relief, thanking god that I never slept with Mikey. Could you imagine how awkward that would be?I smiled, sipping my coffee as everyone began chatting to one another about last night- happy that we could just forget about that night and move on.

Notes

So Frank didnt sleep with Mikey!

It seems a lot of you want Gerard to be the dad, we shall wait and see ;)

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