Yes to the Dare | DISCONTINUED

YTTD - Chapter 19

The first thing I noticed was the excruciating pain pounding in my head. Groaning loudly, I blinked quickly to try and focus my blurry vision. Feeling around me, it was obvious I was in a bed. The more the surroundings became clearer, I was certain this wasn't my room. The black silk sheets underneath me told the answer I needed to know. Looking around with a half blurry sight it was definitely a guy's room. The black and white interior was modern and luxurious and somewhat familiar to me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The next thing that settled in was panic. Abruptly sitting up on the bed, I winced as my body and head protested against the movement.

I was in a unknown guys room with no memory of yesterday.

How perfect.

Quickly lifting up the duvet covering me, I sighed in relief to discover my dress still on my body. Groaning, I let myself fall back down on the soft bed and trashed my limbs around in frustration, messing up the bed sheets even more.

"Fuck me..." I got out with a grumble.

"If you insist."

I yelped in surprise and sprung back up, my wide eyes locating the voice in panic.

Of course it had to be him of all people.

"Ashton..." I sighed. "Should have known."

He was leaning against the doorway, his lips tugged up in slight amusement. "Rough night?"

Grinding my teeth in annoyance at his smug expression, I replied to his question by laying back down on the bed and giving him the middle finger.

"Extremely rough night, I take it."

"Leave me alone," I muttered and slung my arm over to cover my eyes.

Soft footsteps were nearing me when they stopped, and I slowly peeked underneath my arm to see Ashton standing by the edge of his bed with crossed arms. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and white t-shirt, looking unbelievably good in the morning.

"Can't exactly do that seeing how you're sprawled in my bed," he pointed out with a raise of his annoyingly, perfect trimmed eyebrow.

How is that even possible for a guy?

"My head is killing me and I smell like some old bar, so please stop bothering me," I managed to get out weakly and pulled at the sheets to cover more of my body.

There was sigh when the bed suddenly dipped right by my side and a hand settled on the back of my shoulder, only to begin and push me up in a sitting position.

"What are you doing?" I couldn't help but whine out a bit.

"Helping you," was the obvious answer I got.

I opened my sleepy eyes and looked down to see a glass of water in his hand. Accepting it, I took a huge gulp and felt relief by the feeling of the cold going down my dry throat.

"Don't drink all of it, here," Ashton had surprisingly gentle grabbed my hand to take away the glass and putting a painkiller in its stead.

Not needing anymore instructions from that, I tipped back my head and put the pill in before swallowing it with the rest of the water. I could feel that the water had helped my hungover condition a bit, as I wasn't as tired like before. But my body was still a bit clammy and reeked of alcohol and sweat. I couldn't help but scrunch up my nose as I sniffed at the collar of my dress.

"You should go take a shower," he said and stood back up to open his closet.

I didn't exactly see what he was looking for when a bundle of clothes suddenly landed in my lap. It was a pair of Adidas sweatpants and a grey t-shirt, along with a unopened set of boxers. For women of all things. Holding up the package, I glanced up at him in curiosity. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly while avoiding my eyes.