Drunken Accident [boyxboy]

Chapter 1

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So this is my first story and I'm pretty excited about it. I don't know if it will get popular or not but whatever. I love this story and i want to share it with you :). I started it today because my holidays start today. and holidays means random updates. So here's the first chapter and please read, comment, like and enjoy :)

Douglas Booth who plays Max Williams on the side →

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  It was a cool Sunday morning when I woke up. I could still feel the after effects of last night, pounding through my head. The headaches never seem to go away, I thought to myself.

  This had become routine for me, every weekend. I went out partying with my friends that I adored very much, came home in the early hours of the morning, and slept. I would always wake up with a massive headache and a conscience full of regrets.

  This morning had been different though, I thought to myself. I could feel it.

  My eyes were still closed. I felt really groggy with sleep. I needed my daily coffee intake.

  Just as I opened my eyes, I felt something move. I ignored it at first, as I was adjusting my eyes to the brightness of the room. It moved again, and this time, I saw a figure underneath the blankets.

  I immediately jumped, and almost fell from my bed in the process.

  “Stop fucking moving,” a deep, groggy voice said.

  I almost screamed.

  Someone was in my bed.

  Someone. Was. In. My. Bed.

  “WHO ARE YOU!?” I screamed. I repeated those words while shaking him violently.

  “Huhhh. Unf. AAAAHHH!” He screamed. He seemed almost awake now, and he jumped up from the bed.

  “Who-who are you?” He stuttered.

  I examined him. He was not bad looking. He actually looked handsome, but I wasn’t going to admit that. Especially seeing that he was a stranger.

  “No, that’s a question that I should be asking, seeing as you’re the stranger in my apartment,” I retorted.

  “Uhh-umm,” He stammered, looking nervous. He blushed slightly.

  “Okay, I think you need to go,” I said. He looked up from the floor, eyeing me curiously.

  “No breakfast?” He said.

  “I don’t even know you. You could be a serial killer for all I know,” I snapped.

  “A serial killer who ends up in your bed. Seriously.” He said sarcarstically.

  “Oh, look who’s having attitude”, I said, seriously fed up with him. He maybe be normal looking and all (I seriously won’t admit that he’s attractive), but his attitude is pissing me off.

  He stood there, quirking an eyebrow.

  At me.

  Enough.

  “Please, just go,” I said, my voice sounding tired. 

  “Okay, but where are my clothes?” He asked. I noticed that he covered himself with one of my sheets. His hair, which was a mess by the way, was bouncing everywhere as he stomped all over the room, looking for his pieces of clothing. I blushed, knowing that he was naked under the sheets. Damn boys and their hot bodies.