"I-I wanna go to the washroom," I said as I felt nauseated

"What? " he asked, looking confused, as he scratched his scalp with his index and middle finger.

"I-I-," I was about to say when nausea filled up to my throat and I felt an urge to puke

Instantly Austin understood what was happening and hustled me to the washroom. Where I threw up for a while and he held my hair back.

Once I was done puking he hoisted me up with his hands on my shoulder. He brought me near the sink and splashed some water on my face and wiped it clean while I was resting my head on his chest. My eyes were still half-closed.

His maroon, body-hugging shirt got wet but he didn't care. Next, he made me gargle some water.

He then made me sit on the sill of his gigantic bathtub. I rested my body on the cream-colored tiles next to me, while I waited for him.

He came back with a pair of fresh clothes in his hand and asked me to change my apparel. He himself had changed into a black shirt which was quite similar to the one he was wearing earlier.

"No. I don't want to wear this," I wailed picking up the clothes with my index finger and thumb and dropped it on the ground

"Then what do you want to wear? " he asked me patiently.

Honestly, If I wasn't intoxicated I would have really appreciated his patience with me.

I poked my finger on his chest.

"This, " I said

"What? Why do you want this? " he asked

"I want to wear this. Give it to me. " I demanded, pulling his shirt up and down

Giving up he removed his shirt right there and handed it over to me. I wore it once they were in my hands, pretty satisfied with myself

Then I leaned my head on his chest

"I'm tired. And sleepy, " I groaned

"Alright let's go and put you to bed," he said holding my arm

"No. I can't. I don't have legs, remember? " I said pointing at my legs

Without saying anything he just smiled and picked me up in his arms, again.

After a few steps, he gently put me down on his warm and comfortable bed. Then, he drew up his blanket and cover my body up to my arms.

He watched me as I dozed off and ran his fingers in my hair.

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As the sun rays hit my face I half-opened my eyes. I turned to the other side to reach my alarm to see the time. But I couldn't find it.

Instantly, I felt my bed be softer than usual.

My head was aching terribly and my vision was a little blurry.

Resting my palm on my head, I turned around to see where my clock was and instead as a photo frame standing upright.

I picked it up and looked at the picture it held. My eyes grew wide.

To my utter horror, I saw the familiar blue eyes, tan skin and brown-haired figure wearing some brown jeans that wrinkled at the ankles paired with a white shirt and a grey dropping cap along with white shoes, resting against a sports bike, looking away from the camera.

It was Austin's picture.

Just then a shirtless figure walked in from what looked like a washroom, with just a towel draped around its waist.

I looked up to find Austin standing in front of the mirror.

"Hey, there. So you're finally up, huh," he said looking at me through the mirror-like it was the most normal thing.

"What am I doing in your room? " I asked sternly

"Sleeping, of course," he replied, casually.

Immediately something struck me and I looked down at myself. To my utter horror, I was wearing an oversized black shirt that read hustle, written in huge block letters.

I looked down at my legs and gasped, I wasn't wearing anything except my undergarments.

My eyes grew wide. Almost like it was about to pop out of my socket. I had a flood of questions and scenarios running down my head.

"What am I doing in you're clothes? And how did I get in them? " I asked looking at him

"Why, of course, just like everyone else does," he answered effortlessly, "that's silly of you to ask, Baze "

"No, I mean who changed my clothes?" I asked

"Who do you think would do it? " he shot back

"We didn't? Did we? " I asked motioning my index finger to and fro.

"Now would we, though?" he questioned back sitting on the bed

Instantly I moved my legs back.

The tension in the room started to suffocate me. I wanted to run. But I couldn't, because I was half-naked. And I might have just slept with the one person I would ever be with even if the earth would come to an end.

A little dramatic, I know. But it's true.

My face muscles tensed. Tears filled my eyes and to roll down. I was scared. I was uncomfortable. I didn't know what to do.

I haven't done anything like this before. And never planned to do it either, not this early at least.

I sunk my head in my blanket. I didn't understand how to react or balance the situation.

Realizing how serious I was, Austin felt guilty.

"Hey. Hey. It's okay, don't worry nothing happened, " he said placing his hand on my head.

"What? Really? " I asked looking up at him innocently.

"Yeah. I was just kidding. Nothing happened between us, " I said with a smile

"Then why am I in you're house? " I asked

"Because you were drunk and didn't want to go to your house and asked me to bring you here, " he replied.

"Then why am I in you're shirt? " I inquired, still sobbing a little

"Because you puked on yours and unfortunately I don't own girl's clothes, " he responded rolling his eyes.

"Who changed me? " I asked next

"You did it yourself. In the washroom. I was looking the other way. My back was turned on you, I promise " he said

Call me crazy, but for the first time, I trusted him. I could see the honesty in his eyes.

"So you're saying nothing happened between us, right? " I continued

"Nope. Unfortunately not, " he said, disappointed as he hung his head down

"Then why did you lie? " I asked

"To have the fun of it. Trust me, babe, the day we have "our moment" will be the best day of you're life and you will never forget it. Not to mention you most definitely will not be drunk, " he said leaning closer to me.

We were literally inches apart. His deep blue eyes were staring right into mine. That intense stare just made my heart skip a beat.

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A/N
Hope you guys are enjoying the story so far

Until next time,
Toodles.