Teigh With A Twist

Hangover Times

"Uhm, German?" Leigh rubbed her eyes, as the sunlight fell on her face. She could feel his legs against hers, his arms around her waist and his soft breath against her back.

She doesn't remember what happened, Leigh was really, really hungover. Like never before. Her head's splitting and her vision's still blurry.

Wait, German was in California. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, noo. She opened up her eyes and tried to make sense of what happened. All she could see was his long, tattooed arms wrapped around me.

"Shite!" Leigh screamed. "Oh my God!" It was NOT German! "You jerk!" She yelled at his sleepy figure, who had just opened his eyes. He frowned a little, I suppose he was about to greet her morning or something.

"What's your name?" She gasped, praying that it was not...

"Tanner?"

Tanner.

Tanner.

Tanner.

The guy didn't even have a proper name. Leigh wondered about the possible amount of ridicule that she would have to face when Iv heard that she slept with a guy named Tanner.

"You, complete dickhead! You.. You arsehole?!" She shouted as she got up and gave him a disapproving look and yelled at the top of her voice.

"What happened, love?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and looking around, as if to see if a burglar had broke in.

"You..." She went on, "You ask me what happened? You complete shithead, you fucked me up!" She continued her rant, glaring at him. That gaze had no effect on him, howsoever Leigh tried.

"Babe, I think the word you're looking for is fired up?" He sneered, now getting up from the bed.

She looked at him, with her mouth half-open, in a semicircular O. She couldn't find words to justify how much he repulsed her. Leigh stared him down, he was looking around for his shirt, and then, scratched his head as he couldn't find it.

"Tanner! How can you joke at such a time!! It's my date of the month!" She yelled at him. He looked up, from his frantic search, and stared into her green "orbs".

"Did you use protection?" Please, please, say you did.

"I...uh..I. I don't know." He stammered as he played around with his hair. Sex hair. Gross.

"Stop messing around! It's not funny and whatever you're doing with your hair ain't cute either!" Leigh declared as She began to search for his pants. Pants that every female Wattpadian wanted to get into but a fair few achieved. After all, he was the ONLY male on the site.

"There." She pulled his jeans upside down.

"Oh no. No. This isn't happening." No condoms. Leigh broke down, and sat up on edge of the bed, holding her head in her hands, wondering how soon her writing career would end. Not to forget her relationship with German. And maybe Rose? (Decide for yourself, mate.)

What if Leigh got pregnant? What if Tanner and Leigh ... What if Mom and Dad get to know? They'll kill her! Most importantly, what if German gets to know? Oh no, Leigh thought as the worst possible thoughts occurred to the writer at the very moment.

She could hear his shuffled feet and he sat down on his knees in front of her.

"Babe, it's all right! I'm sure you might not be pregnant."

Might not? What'd he mean by "might not?"

"Get out." She looked up slowly, as she could feel tears flowing down her flushed face.

"What?" He looked at Leigh, perplexed.

"I said GET OUT!!!" Leigh bellowed at the top of her voice, as she pushed him away. He looked at her with an innocent expression on his face.

"Happy, are you now? Fucked me around and then, what if I get pregnant? Huh? Who'll take care of the baby? What about my career? All you care about is yourself, Tanner!" She screamed and cried.

He came nearer, and held her closer. "Nothing of the sort will happen, I assure you." He said, peering into Leigh's eyes.

"No, no. It's all wrong. I should've known. You were trouble when you walked in that bar." Leigh mumbled slowly.

"Get out! Get out of my house right now! Just get out!!" She yelled at the top of her voice. She doesn't want him around, She really needed to rule this possibility out. Leigh's career would end before it'd even started.

"I'm home." A deep voice called, as Leigh could hear the scrunching of his sneakers on the flooring and his dropping the keys in the bowl.

The shock never left their faces, Tanner was struggling with his jeans, and Leigh was down on the bed, crying her heart out. She jumped up and searched frantically for her clothes on the floor, but her anxiety got the better of her. And luck too.

"Hey, Leigh, I got you..." He stopped mid-sentence, his mouth forming a complete O. His face went straight from blushing to downright shock and anger. His eyes switched from Leigh to Tanner, trying to figure out who to blame.

"Wait. I can explain, I swear, German." Leigh held her hand up, towards him and cried. She looked aside at Tanner, who was zipping up his jeans.

End of the day : Tanner gets thrown out of the house with his clothes.

Morale of the chapter :

1. Never sleep with guys named Tanner.

2. Never get drunk like Leigh.

3. Remember Leigh is more awesome than Tanner. #tea4leigh

4. Learn to rave like Leigh. Bc #idol

5. Yeah, and carry protection on behalf of guys like Tanner. #jerk

Alright, end of health class, ladies.

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Hahah, I thought Tanner might've wanted something like that. TANNER BRO YOU SHOULD THANK ME!

And Aah, I want to see Leigh's reaction on this one.

Ok, Teigh, I now speak directly to you.

I can totally swear that the Teigh selfie would take down the whole of Wattpad community on ask and the Teigh worshippers. Maybe even Austin Mahone's fandom. Lol, who knows?

Also, I think that girls crushing on Leigh will cease to exist, I personally, am going to drown myself in the Thames (anybody interested? ;))

Tanner. *sighs* *shakes head in disbelief* *bangs head against the wall* *deletes Wattpad* *downloads it again* *stalks him on ask* *likes each and every answer* *about to send him anon hate*

Tanner. Leigh. Is. Mine. (Totally kidding, Iv and Rose would attempt to break into my house and kill me in the middle of the night.)

My ask.fm would be @MoreThanWanted. Stalk and I'd get to you.