°I hate you too°(a y/n and walker scobell story)

⁕•°he still cares?°•⁕

"Go out and get messed up, found myself in your bed"

~cut my hair - Tate McRae

y/n's pov:

I woke up with this splitting headache and a sharp pain in my hand, I slowly forced my eyes open and was hit with the morning sun casting a warm glow all over the room, a room that looked very familiar. I was still in the same clothes from yesterday and my hand was cleaned and bandaged up.

Wait.. when did I do all this? Where am I? And why does my head hurt..?

I tried to climb out of bed but I was stopped by a pair of strong arms wrapped loosely around my waist pulling me closer, confused I turned to see who it was but before I could I felt my stomach flip and the next thing I know I'm running to the bathroom and throwing my guts out in the toilet.

Suddenly I felt a hand slowly rubbing up and down my back, "Calm down... just breath." Walker said from behind me, I glanced at him, "Walker..?" I said before throwing up again, "Shh it's okay, it's okay." He whispered.

I flushed the toilet and sat down on the floor resting my back against the bathtub and sighed. He soon got up and left coming back with a bottle of water, "Here." He said handing me the bottle. I looked at the bottle then at him confused, "Are you gonna take it or are you just gonna stare at me?" he said harshly.

rude

I grabbed the bottle of his hand and took a sip as he sat down next to me. We sat there in silence not looking at each other. Then he spoke, "You okay?"I sighed, "Well you know.. I just threw my guts out so you can imagine how terrific I feel!" I replied, "This isn't time for your bullshit sarcasm, alright, are you okay?" he repeated his question in a hostile manner, "Yeah I guess." I replied.

"Okay..." he sighed before speaking again, "How are things with-.... Tyler?" he asked quietly, "They're.. going great." I lied, "What about you? How are things with umm with-.. with Jordan?" I asked, "Oh uh.. there also great." He replied awkwardly.

I nodded in response, "Cool.. cool." I looked down at my bandaged hand, "Did you...?" "I cleaned your cut while you were asleep." He cut me off, "And plus.. jealousy doesn't look good on you." He said not even looking, I rolled my eyes,

"I wasn't."

"But you were."

"But I wasn't."

"But you were."

"I was thinking about something."

"Like what?"

"Like punching you in your goddamn throat cause you can't shut the fuck up." I said turning him annoyed.

He turned to me with a serious look before his lips curled up into a shy smile, "I missed you to y/n." He whispered, I sniffed my noise and turned away, "Yeah well I wish I could say the same.... pretty boy." I chuckled.

"Pretty boy?" he said with a confused smile, "You give me a nickname you get a nickname." I replied smiling. He chuckled, then suddenly fell silent, then he spoke, "I thought you didn't drink alcohol.." his tone more serious,

Well he just ruined the mood.

my smile dropped, "I don't."

"Well why the fuck did I find you drunk?"

"Oh sorry DAD, I'll wouldn't do it again."

"Do you know what the hell would have happened to you if I didn't step in?!"

"I'd be fine."

"No you wouldn't."

"Why the hell do you care?!"