Walker Scobell oneshots

The boy is mi...Drunk!? pt 2

Walker's Pov:

On awakening this morning, I was struck with an excruciating headache and a parched mouth. As I tried to sit up, I realized that something was breathing beside me instead of a pillow. However, I was feeling too unwell and nauseous to move. The last thing I remembered from the previous night was meeting up with some guys I met and being offered a drink that left my memory hazy and indistinct.

I realized that I wasn't wearing a shirt. As I tried to push myself up, I caught a glimpse of Y/n lying next to me. She was sound asleep, looking so peaceful and serene. I couldn't help but stare at her, mesmerized by her beauty. 

I felt a strange surge of emotions inside me, wondering what I had done the previous night. The guilt and confusion were overwhelming, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of remorse that was gnawing at me. I knew I had to figure out the truth about what happened, but for now, I could only watch Y/n sleeping and hope that everything would be alright.

As she slowly turned and opened her eyes, I smiled softly at her. She seemed a bit disoriented as if she had forgotten something. Without wasting any time, she reached for her phone and mumbled, "Did I text Aryan last night?" After a few seconds of scrolling through her messages, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, I did."

She then sat up and placed her hand on my forehead, seemingly concerned about my health. "You feeling okay?" she asked, her eyes scanning my face for any signs of illness. I assured her that I was fine, but she still looked worried. It was clear that she cared about me deeply and wanted to make sure that I was okay.

with a pounding headache"Did I do anything last night?'' I asked worriedly if I did anything stupid. Her face turned redder than a tomato, and she seemed like she was embarrassed. My heart started racing, and I was panicking! I couldn't remember anything from the previous night, and I feared that I had done something that I shouldn't have done. I couldn't shake off the feeling of anxiety and embarrassment.

"I can't exactly dodge this," she said, her fingers running through her hair as she turned to face me. "last night you had a bit too much to drink, and I told the guys to bring you to my place," she explained, and I faintly recollected that part. However, there was more to the story. "I helped you into my room, and while you were there, you may have done something..." She paused for a moment, and her cheeks flushed with a pink hue.

As she uttered the words, I felt my face flush with embarrassment. "You kissed me," she said, and the memory of it made my heart race.

 "And not like a normal kiss...you kinda made out with me," she continued, her eyes darting away from mine as if she was afraid of my reaction. "And I might have to add you were shirtless the whole time," she added, her voice trailing off. The memory of that moment was still as blurry as ever, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as I thought about it.

As I stood at the door, I realized that I had made a terrible mistake. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I turned to grab my shirt. As I walked back to her bed, I felt a bit light-headed, my mind racing with thoughts of what I had just done. 

When I reached her bed, she was still messing with her blankets, avoiding eye contact. "I'm so sorry," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I desperately wanted her to forgive me, but at the same time, a part of me wanted to kiss her again, to feel her soft lips against mine once more. The air was thick with tension as we both struggled to find the right words to say.

"I was just worried about you," she said, her voice laced with concern. I could see the worry etched on her face, and it made me feel guilty for having caused it. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her hands, holding them tightly in mine. "I should've listened to you about them," I admitted, my voice filled with regret. I knew that she had warned me about those people, but I had ignored her advice, and now I was paying for it.

As I looked into her eyes, I could feel the electricity between us. Her gaze was intense, and I could see the desire in her eyes. "So you know," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the music. "I would kiss you again, but maybe if you weren't drunk." Her words sent chills down my spine, and I realized that I wanted nothing more than to feel her lips on mine once again. But I knew that I couldn't do that, not like this. So I just smiled at her, hoping that she could read the unspoken words in my eyes.

"I'm not drunk anymore," I whispered, staring into her eyes. She leaned in slowly, and I held onto her hands and my breath, not wanting to let go. I couldn't believe that the girl of my dreams was making the first move, and I felt my heart race as her soft lips met mine. It was like heaven, and I couldn't get enough of her. She was so amazing, and I hoped that this moment would stay etched in my memory forever.

as we kissed and as I was trying to recover from a headache, suddenly the door flew open with a loud bang. I turned to see that it was Charlie and Aryan, who had barged in like they were at a party. I immediately covered my ears as their cheering only made my headache worse. Y/n, who was with me, covered her face in annoyance. She asked them how they got in, to which Charlie replied that our mom had let them in. However, her tone indicated that she was not pleased with their uninvited arrival.

"You had to interrupt!" I mumbled and Aryan asked "You two dating now?'' Y/n made a beautiful smile and replied "Yeah"

A/n: my parents keep scaring me as I write this knowing I'm the type of girl that doesn't like her parents seeing her write fanfics and the teasing that might come out of it! they just keep running into the room! like, DUDE!! I tell them everything but if you scare me out of nowhere I'll wanna hide what might be a tease!!!