Killian's POV

There was a bright feeling of warmth that engulfed my body. Was that the sun? I thought myself. I slowly cracked one eye open and instantly regretted it.

My face was in the direct path of a sun ray.

"Fuck." I mumbled. Intense throbbing was all I could feel now. I thought my head might actually explode.

"Here." I heard a voice say as someone entered the room. Was that James? What was James doing here?

Wait.

Wasn't my window on the opposite side of my door?

My eyes shot open in realization that I wasn't, in fact, in my own room.

I glanced up at James who was sitting on the edge now, holding a glass of water and a pill cap that had two white pills inside.

I held my hands out gratefully as he tapped the pills into one and placed the glass of water in the other.

After I had swallowed the pills, and finished the water, I sort of pulled the blankets up to my neck and buried my face in them. All I saw were scenes of what happened the night before.

Everything was hazy thanks to the alcohol, but I did recall throwing up into a bush at some point. There was another memory that was fighting against the hangover to push itself up to the surface. I couldn't remember much but I remember the feeling I felt when I was literal inches away from James.

Was I...

Was I about to kiss him?

That was when the Coke and Rum came pouring out of me and into the bushes.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled into the blanket. James chuckled.

"I had a very... eventful night. You're quite adventurous when you're drunk."

I buried my face further into the blankets.

"Why don't you take a shower and eat something, then I'll drive you home? I already told Sarah I just let you sleep here since it didn't seem like you could make it to the other side of town last night." James spoke as he started pulling out a towel and clothing from his closet. "I sent your clothes in for dry cleaning already. There was nothing I could do on my end to get the smell out."

I nodded into the blanket.

"Thank you."

"Don't worry about it. Go shower though. I didn't do the best job of cleaning you up yesterday."

I finally pulled my head out of the sheets to realize I did still smell like vomit. My face scrunched up in disgust and James gave me another laugh.

"Coke and rum goes down easy but not so much coming up." He joked. I offered him a weak smile because between my head and the intense smell of my bodily fluids I had upchucked the night before, that was all I could conjure at this time.

James left me to get ready as he started in on making breakfast. I was practically crawling to the bathroom, and when I finally took a look in the mirror, I was horrified.

I looked like actual death... which wasn't really far off from how I usually looked besides the fact that my skin was a concerning pale, and my hair definitely still had vomit in it.

I couldn't believe James had seen me like this.

Well he did also see you throw up your insides, I thought to myself.

Why did I care so much anyways?

Another sigh escaped my lips before I stepped into the hot running water. Who knew a shower could feel this good?

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James's POV
I got started in on eggs and bacon as the shower kept going.

There was this goofy grin I couldn't shake when I thought about how adorably embarrassed Killian was this morning. I couldn't help but wonder just how much of the night did he actually remember?

Did he remember singing to me?

Did he remember almost kissing me?

Now I knew he at least remembered throwing up. I had to admit the smell was intense, but completely worth it as I went to check up on him last night. He looked so at peace curled up in bed, sleeping like he hadn't slept this good in years.

I stayed like that for a little while before heading back out to the couch when I was sure he was okay.

I couldn't stop thinking abut how close his lips were to touching mine last night.

Was that what he wanted?

Was that what I wanted?

When I thought about my lips kissing his swollen soft ones, I could feel my heart beat quickening.

Ok, clearly this was something I wanted.

But how?

I mean I was pretty sure I never experimented with guys before. Girls had always done it for me... but last night, I couldn't give a rats ass about any girl that approached me. I was too busy watching Killian. The way he sung to me at the karaoke bar-

"Why are all your shirts so damn big." I heard someone grumble from the hallway.

Killian was all washed up now, and it looked like he had even taken the time to try and detangle some curls. My eyes raked over his body from head to toe. I almost couldn't believe how good he looked in my clothing. I had set out a shirt and some joggers for him to wear. Nothing fit, but everything looked absolutely perfect to me.

Killian stared at me plainly before pointing to the stove.

I almost burnt the damn eggs with all this thinking I was doing.

"Could you grab me two plates please?" I asked him. He nodded, bringing over the plates I had set out and holding them steady as I piled on the food from the pans.

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We ate in silence for the most part as drunk Killian faded into something of the past. At a point in time, Killian laid his head down on the table and grumbled "I'm never drinking again." A lie we all told ourselves.

What was funny was that, with Killian, I whole heartedly believed that.