I roll over on the bed trying to force myself back to sleep. I grab a fistful of sheets and pause, realizing that these sheets aren’t the soft cotton ones from my bed back at Cass’s place. They’re silky and cold and I feel like I should remember this feeling, but I can’t. Instead of trying to figure out whose sheets these are, I bury my head into the pillow and take a deep breath expecting to find the lingering scent of my coconut shampoo but all I can smell is the cologne that Daniel used to smear all over himself in an attempt to smell "more manly". I suddenly realize that the smell is everywhere and my eyes snap open, only to see the familiar view of Daniel’s large and spacious room.

I sit up abruptly, which cause my stomach to flop uneasily. My mouth is dry and tastes sour, like vomit. I rub my eyes and swing my legs over the side of the bed as I try to figure out how I got here.

I hear noises coming from down the hall and I quickly decide that my first move would be to get out. I reach for my shoes and slowly tiptoe out of the apartment, trying to avoid every creak and ending up unsuccessful.

“Fallon?” Daniel calls, after the third loud creak. I glare at the hardwood floors for a moment before weakly replying to Daniel's call. “Yeah, it’s me.”

“Hey.” He enters the hallway with a broad smile on his face and a glass of water in his hands. “How are you feeling?”

I swallow the glass eagerly and follow him into the kitchen, where I’m greeted with fresh pancakes and another glass of water. “Not too hot.”

Daniel nods and folds his hands on the counter across from me. “I thought so, you had a really rough night.”

“Can you, could you tell me what exactly happened?”

He clears his throat and taps on the counter for a moment, looking mildly uncomfortable. “Well, you don’t remember anything right?”

I shake my head and sip from my water again, my head feeling much clearer. Daniel nods and clears his throat again. He still doens’t say anything and I begin to feel nervous, like something huge happened last night and I’m not registering it. “Oh my god, we had sex didn’t we? Or did I hit on you? I’m so sorry Daniel. It didn’t mean anything.”

Daniel laughs at my panicked state. “No we didn’t do any of those things. You, um, you got really sick and kind of, threw up on me and then you passed out, so I brought you back to my place.”

I gasp and stare at Daniel, horrified. “No I didn’t. I did not vomit all over you.” I groan as I close my eyes and suddenly everything is coming back to me in flashes and I distinctly remember vomiting on Daniel because he wouldn’t let me out of his grasp. I remember kissing Alex too and telling him, holy shit, I remember telling him that I loved him. I remember going outside with Daniel and the image of me vomitting replays through my mind again and again. Why was I so sick?

“Do you know why I got so sick.?” I remember drinking, but I didn’t drink enough to make me vomit. I was sure of that.

Daniel shakes his head and comes over to my side of the counter. He brushes back my hair and plants a kiss on my shoulder that makes me shiver. “I don’t, but let’s forget about that. You’re better now.” He leans forward to kiss my lips, but I pretend I don’t notice and turn, giving him my cheek.

The image of Daniel kissing me suddenly slams into my mind and I stumble out of my seat as I recall Daniel’s lips on mine. “I need to go home. They might be worried.”

"I made breakfast though. Why don't you stay?"

I shake my head quickly. "No, I really can't. I'm sorry. I need to go." I quickly stumble towards the doorway, wanting nothing more than to get out of his apartment.

Daniel nods and follows me over to the door. “I really hope we can work things out.” He says, squeezing my hands.

I pull up a smile. “Me too.” I reply as I turn away, my expression morphing into what I believe is probably one of complete confusion. I quickly pull out my phone, punching in Alex’s number hoping he’ll answer and explain to me what’s happened.

The call goes straight to voicemail and I groan. Of course he won’t answer, I told him that I fucking loved him last night. I probably scared him off. “He’ll never talk to me again.” I mutter, calling Jack.

“Hey,” He replies sleepily.

“We need to meet up. Some serious shit happened last night.”

I hear Jack stirring on his end and I have to wait for him to actually wake up and register what I’m saying to him. “What? What happened? Where are you?”

“I don’t even know.” I say tiredly. I’m so confused and I just want to see Jack and tell him everything that has happened, even though I don’t remember most of it. “I’m coming over.”

…

“What is that in your hair?”

I feel my head and of course there’s some dried up substance tangled up in my hair. “Vomit.” I reply flatly, pushing past Jack into the kitchen.

“What?” Jack asks incredulous, his brown eyes widening. I can tell that he just rolled out of bed when he heard me at the door, from the way his hair is sticking out in every direction and the pillow lines on his cheek. “How the fuck did that happen?”

I pull myself up onto a stool and put my head in my hands. “I threw up on Daniel.” I moan.

Jack laughs loudly and I look up at him, a smile reaching my lips too. ”It’s not funny.” I mumble. “Apparently I was a complete mess last night. We have so much to talk about.”

“Obviously.” Jack rolls his eyes. “Why don’t you go shower because you look and smell like shit, and when you get back, I’ll have a nice hot plate of pancakes and eggs and bacon just for you.”

I feel a smile tugging at my lips as I sigh, pushing myself out of the stool. I look up at him gratefully. “I love you.” I groan. He chuckles and pushes me up the stairs. “I know.”

As I trudge up the stair, I feel my hair, my hand coming in contact with the sticky vomit that Jack saw earlier. I grimace, my face scrunching up in disgust, as I touch it and I quickly get into the bathroom, peeling off my clothes as quickly as possible and scurrying into the shower under the warm water.

The door opens suddenly and I roll my eyes, assuming it’s Jack coming to ask me a question about food, but when I poke my head out from the shower curtain, I’m startled to find Alex in the bathroom, not Jack. I quickly stumble back into the shower, almost slipping as I do so.

“Jack? You alright there?” Alex's sleepy voice calls out to me.

“Shit.” I whisper, desperately trying to grunt or make some kind of noise that I imagine Jack would make. I try to calm myself down, thinking that this can’t possibly be that bad. If Alex knows I’m here then he knows and the awkwardness of me telling him that I love him will pass. Maybe he won’t even remember it. Maybe he’ll think I was just screwing around because I was so drunk.

“Jack?” Alex calls again. I can see him through the curtain and I decide that I might as well show myself before things get worse. So I pull back the curtain a little and poke my head out, trying for a nice smile.

“Not Jack. Just me.” I shrug, laughing a little, hoping to ease the tension. My attempt doesn’t work though, as Alex stands there just looking at me. I clear my throat loudly, trying to get him to say something. But he doesn’t. “Alex” I sigh, turning off the water. “We don’t have to talk about what happened last night, but I’m still sorry. I didn’t mean to make things weird for you or-”

Alex laughs, cutting me off. “Make things weird? Wow Fallon, just wow. You’re incredible. You think you can just walk in here and say sorry for what you did? It’s not that easy. You can’t get off that easy. You can just use me whenever you feel like it.”

I open my mouth to reply, to continue to apologize. I didn’t know that this would affect him so much. But before I can say anything, Alex turns of his heel and retreats back into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. I feel a bubble of guilt swell up in my gut, as I quickly get out of the bathroom and prepare to knock on Alex’s door.

But just as I’m about to knock I hear the faint sounds of Alex strumming his guitar and I pause, thinking that maybe I need to give him space. The truth is, I have no idea how to explain myself. I can’t tell him that I didn’t mean it because I’m not even sure if that’s entirely true. And the fact that there could be even a sliver of truth in my confession last night, scares me more than anything.

Notes

nothing really happens here sorry
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