i woke up with my head pounding and my throat dry.
as i turned to face the other way, a passed out urban came into sight.
apparently we were in a what i could make out to be a hotel room.
i could hear water running in the washroom.
after a minute or two, a certain curly haired man came into sight.
"yo" said jack, smiling.
i lazily waved at him
my head was still pounding.
"you'll prolly need this"
he opened up a cabinet to get out some aspirin and water.
"you're a saint" i said, taking the pills and bottle of water.
i looked down to stare at myself.
i was in a big brown hoodie.
"uh, what happened last night" i asked jack.
"you fell asleep in the club, so i carried you to the bus and then here"
something about that made me blush
"i had to carry him too" jack said, rolling his eyes pointing to an urban groaning in his sleep.
"did u um change my clothes" i asked him nervously.
i hated my body.
"yeah, you kept complaining how uncomfortable your dress was in your sleep"
"don't worry i didn't look at anything" he said, reassuringly.
"WHY ARE YOU SO LOUUDDDD" groaned a very hungover urban, putting a pillow over his ears.
i quietly giggled at that
"are you hungry?" asked jack
"starving" i responded
"lets go get some breakfast" he said, grabbing his car keys.
i got out of the bed, but almost immediately fell over if jack hadn't caught me.
hangovers.
jack gently guided me back to the bed and sat me down.
"i'll go get breakfast, you get some rest" he said.
"gimme your phone" he said
"why" i asked
he rolled his eyes
i also rolled my eyes and handed my phone to him.
"i put my contact in there, call me if anything happens and please don't get out of bed"
i gave him a weak smile.
this man was too pure.
he gave me a kind smile and exited the hotel room.
i sighed and leaned my head back to rest it on the pillows.
it didn't feel comfortable.
it felt comfortable when i was by jacks side.
i leaned my head back anyways and rested my eyes, waiting for jack to come back
