Did you have a nightmare?
There was a bulldozer in my head, bashing around the insides of my brain and the natural light which cascaded through the window was so bright it made my eyes burn. Every sense was heightened and not in a good way. I’m never drinking again. Peeling my body out of bed I make a dash for it to the bathroom, feeling the vomit rising up inside my throat, I just about made it to the toilet on time.
As I searched my reflection in the mirror I tried to regain some of last nights memories. I look as terrible as I feel, pale and pasty with dark, sunken circles under my eyes from dehydration. My clothes are non existent which is quite alarming considering I woke up next to Liam. Last night I remember them wrecking my house, I remember drinking heavy with Harris and then everything in my mind just becomes a messy blur. Filling up a glass with cool water I take welcome sips and the cold liquid running down the back of my throat is refreshing. I brush my teeth to get rid of the vomit smell and climb back into bed next to Liam.
“Liv” Liam whispered seductively.
“Yeah?” He didn’t answer me and when I looked over at him he still had his eyes closed and appeared to be sound asleep. Maybe I just disturbed him a little getting back in the bed.
I snuggled back down under the covers getting myself comfortable again, Liam let out a deep groan in the back of his throat, it sounded sexy but it made me nervous in case he was having another nightmare so I sat watching his face, ready to throw water over him if I needed to. Liam released a few more groans and screwed his face up but it didn’t look like he was frightened, in fact it was quite the opposite.
“Liv” he said again deeply.
“Yeah? Are you having a nightmare?” I asked but he didn’t answer.
“It’s so good.” Liam whispered.
“Liam?” I said timidly and he fluttered his eyelids open, blinking into focus.
His pupils were dilated a little, darkened with a sexual hunger as he held a prolonged gaze into my eyes. Saying nothing with his words but everything with his expression. He moistened his lips with the tip of his pink tongue and I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the motion.
“Did you have a nightmare?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
His cheeks started flushing red in a gradient that blended with his pale complexion and he shook his head, deeply embarrassed about something.
“How are you feeling this morning?” He tried to change the subject with a raspy voice that hadn’t spoken in hours.
“Like shit. Where are my clothes and what happened last night?” I asked, suddenly remembering I’m only wearing my underwear and attempting to push the duvet down between us to conceal some of my modesty.
“You don’t remember?” he asked and I shook my head. “You came on pretty strong.”
Flashbacks of our sloppy kiss in the bathroom came crashing back into my mind, me pulling his t.shirt off even though he protested and then going for the button of his jeans until he finally stopped me. I threw my hands across my face to hide away from him. I hate alcohol.
“You wanted to have sex and I had to turn you down, it’s not that I didn’t want to because believe me I did. I just didn’t want to take your virginity in a bathroom while you were drunk.” I shook my head, not wanting his explanation of my actions.
“Wait... you wanted to?” I asked as he peaked my interest.
“Well of course. I am a male, with needs and when a hot, almost naked girl throws themself at you, it’s kind of hard to refuse.” he showed me his cocky grin.
“You think I’m hot?” my voice came out sounded very high pitched and he just rolled his eyes. “I’m surprised you didn’t take advantage, I’m sure most of the girls you’ve been with have been drunk idiots throwing themselves at you.” I concluded.
“Seriously Liv?” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked slightly annoyed. “I have more respect for you than that, don’t you know that by now?”
I nodded my head because I guess I did know that, he just never admitted it.
“Lets go tidy your house.” He stood up holding his hand out for me to take but I hesitated because I wasn’t wearing any clothes. He looked confused so I grabbed his hand and stood up. He turned his face away from my body, instantly.
“Shit, sorry. I forgot you were only wearing your underwear.” He said panicked.
It made me laugh out loud. “It’s okay, you can look. You saw it all last night.” I shrugged accepting the situation for what it was. Liam turned his attention to my face, being really careful not to let his eyes wander any further. I pulled a long line hoodie over my head that stopped in the center of my thighs and left the room.
My whole house smelt of stale booze and sweaty bodies, beer cans and bottles lined the hallway, some spilt over the carpet in several wet patches. As I made my way downstairs the mess just got worse and worse. Jordan lay on the sofa, his pants were down by his ankles leaving freakishly long boxer shorts on display which had pink and red hearts all over in vibrant colours. I shook my head at him as I continued disposing empty bottles into the trash bag. Liam followed behind me, he picked up a cushion from the sofa and slapped Jordan’s face with it.
“Get up and help and for God’s sake pull your pants up!” Jordan woke immediately and ran his fingers through his hair, assessing the mess.
Zak and Ben came in from outside holding two full bags.
“Garden is clear.” Zak said.
“I’m going to go clean the carpet upstairs.” I announced to the room grabbing some products on the way out.
The carpet upstairs wasn’t as bad as I originally thought, it wasn’t stained but did smell like some dingy bar. I applied some floral smelling product and scrubbed with a warm flannel. The door to my parents bedroom opened and Tia sheepishly stepped out, closing the door behind her. When she spotted me her eyes widened like a deer had been caught in headlights. I peered round her to see someone sleeping in moms bed.
“Is that Harris?” I asked, my brow furrowing with confusion.
Tia threw her finger over her lips and told me to ‘shh’ but then she nodded her head to confirm my question. It took me a few minutes to draw up the conclusion. Tia and Harris... in my parents bed.
“It just sorta happened.” She said shyly.
I knew Tia wasn’t as innocent as me when it came to relationships but I didn’t think she would jump into bed with someone who she wasn’t even dating.
“Don’t look at me like that Liv, we were drunk.” She seemed less shy about it now.
“I’m gonna have to wash my parents bed sheets as well.” I huffed, bursting into the room. Harris looked alarmed when he set his eyes on me, probably because he was naked.
“You’ve got five minutes to get dressed and get off the bed.” I announced closing the door behind me and returning to the floor stench. Tia grabbed a flannel and helped. After five minutes Harris approached and I was free to strip the beds.
I carried the bedding downstairs, Tia and Harris following behind me wreaking of awkwardness but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with people today. I was hungover and I seemed to be the only one that was. We entered the kitchen and all the boys were laughing really hard about something.
“What is so funny?” I asked, throwing the bedding down onto the counter.
Tia sat down at the breakfast bar and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl.
“You’re doing laundry? You should wash your bed sheets as well.” Jordan said and a ripple of laughter erupted in the kitchen from Liam, Zak and Ben.
I didn’t get it and judging by the expression on Tia and Harris’ face, they didn’t either. I just sighed and dumped the bed sheets down in the utility room, ignoring them. The house was back to its usual state, apart from a few broken ornaments but you wouldn’t be able to tell I hosted a party here. One by one the group started saying their goodbyes.
Liam pulled me into his embraced and planted a soft kiss on my lips. “I’ll pick you up around seven for our date.”
I smiled at the thought of a date with Liam, just him and me doing whatever it is Tia and Jordan have planned.