Thomas Sangster/ Newt Imagines& GIFs

80. The Morning After - Thomas Sangster

Head. Pain. Never. Again.

Last night had been a night of alcohol, alcohol and more alcohol. Once a month the girls and I would get together for a drink and a night of fun. But last night we may have gone a bit too far. Singles night meant half price drinks and half price drinks meant more drinking. I could not remember most of last night and as I opened my eyes and realized that I definitely needed too. I starred at head at the bedside table. That wasn't my bedside table. I rolled onto my back and looked around the room. This wasn't my bedroom. For one thing, my bedroom wasn't blue, it was cream. And another thing, my bedroom didn't have an en-suite with a shower running!
For a moment I thought that last night was too embarrassing to remember, but a quick check to ensure I was still dressed and everything was wear it was supposed to be, no bruises no hickies. Everything was okay. I let out a sigh and began to wonder where I was and what had happened last night. As I tried to remember I heard the shower turn off and waiting anxiously to see whose house I was in. My jaw dropped when the stranger stepped out of the bathroom.
"Morning, love." His British accent sent shivers down my spine. "Good to see your up." He smiled, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, I couldn't help but at his muscles.
"I'm Thomas." He sat down on the bed across from me. "I told you my name last night but I'm guessing you don't remember?" he chuckled. I shook my head, unable to form the words. Thomas laughed and took my hand,
"You were too drunk to even stand last night. I brought you here to save you stumbling home or god knows where." He explained, I swallowed, finally finding the words,
"Thank you. I'll get out of your hair." I stumbled off the bed and started a search for my heels.
"There's no need to rush." Thomas said quickly, "Let me take you to breakfast." He offered, I looked up at him and laughed,
"I'd love too. But I'd rather do the walk of shame straight home, thanks." I joked. Thomas laughed and moved to stand behind me.
"Well then, let me take you home and then to breakfast." He smiled, grabbing my waist as I found my heels and slipped them on.
"You're a little underdressed for breakfast." I laughed, standing up and realizing how much taller he was than me. I turned and came face to face with his chest, I couldn't help but blush.
"I'll get dressed. Promise me you'll let me take you the breakfast." He smiled, I nodded and walked towards the bedroom,
"I'll wait in the living room." I smiled,
"Sure, maybe after breakfast I can take you on a proper date. Hopefully you'll end up in my bed for another reason than blind drunk." He laughed.

Looks like I won't be allowed to singles night any more.