"Fuck," I inwardly groaned when I came back to life the next morning. My body ached everywhere. My stomach was chrurning nonstop. My head felt like someone poured cement in the free spaces of my skull. My tongue was like sand paper to the roof of my mouth.

I reached over to the bedside table for my glass of water I always brought to bed in case I wake up thirsty and mentally cursed again when it wasn't there. For the first time I opened my eyes, the sunlight sending a wave of nausea over me.

The first thing I saw was my pile of clothes lying next to the bed. I didn't think much of it until I realized that every article of clothing I remembered wearing was off of my body, and I finally looked around.

The white walls that weren't mine were blinding and plain. I pushed myself up on my elbows and scanned the room, squinting. I knew I'd had a rough night the night before, but I didn't know how rough. That was when I saw him.

"Oh my God," I whispered.

Alex was still passed out, his arms folded under his head and his head facing me. He was softly snoring, and I found it kind of cute. His hair was very disheveled, sticking up in a few places. I sat upright and the sheet I was under fell down, revealing my naked chest. Mortified, I covered myself back up.

"I slept with Alex Gaskarth. I'm a fucking groupie!"

I slowly leaned back against the headrest, still clinging to the sheet. My mind began racing. I wasn't sure at what point in the night we decided to come here and do what we did, and I couldn't tell if I was happy we did it or not. I mean, sure, it was Alex Gaskarth. Who wouldn't want to wake up like this? But at the same time I knew it was wrong, because Alex had a thing. And that thing was a girlfriend.

I knew as much about Alex's relationship with Sophia Valentino, the Italian supermodel, as anyone else would. Since social media outlets were my sources, and he kept his relationship with her pretty private, I didn't know much. They were together for about a year before they broke up for a couple of months. Once they realized they were crazy about each other, the got back together. I was honestly very happy for them.

But as I laid naked next to an equally naked Alex, I began feeling like a terrible person. I did not want to be the reason they broke up again. I figured if Alex woke up alone with no trace of me having ever been there, he wouldn't know what he'd done.

I quietly got out of the bed and began putting my clothes back on. I went to extreme measures making sure my former presence was unknown, even going so far as to quickly fluff the pillows I was sleeping on and pushing the sheet closer towards him. I made sure I had all of my stuff and with one last glance at him, I smiled and quietly walked out the door, bumping the 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging from the knob.

It was a lot colder than the night before as I stepped up to the curb and waved down a taxi. I gave the driver the address to my apartment complex and closed my eyes, still very sensitive to the sun. The smell of the taxi didn't help my nausea. But still, I mentally thanked Alex for buying all of the drinks the night before, saving me from having to walk home in the freezing cold with hands down the worst hangover of my life.

When I got home, I plugged my phone to the charger, kind of eager to see how many missed calls and texts I had from Megan. I let it charge while I got a shower, getting sick in the process. I scrubbed every inch of my body and brushed my teeth thoroughly and started to feel a little better.

Once I was in some pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt, I scrolled through my missed messages, most of which were from Megan.

Get it!

Yeah, happy birthday bitchhh! :p

OMG, you're not responding. Are you really having sex with him????

WHITNEY! CALL ME!

WHITNEY PATE. CALL ME RIGHT NOW.

Fine, call me when you finish having morning sex.

I couldn't help but laugh. She was always so dramatic. I was about to call her when I realized I had more unread messages from a number I didn't recognize. I almost dropped my phone when I realized they were from Alex.

It's-a me, Alex-io!

Sorry I'm drunk texting you. Thank god for autocorrect!

You're pretty :-)

So you can sit across from me but you can't respond to my texts I see I see how it is Whitney

Don't look at me like that "/

God damn it you're gorgeous

I felt my heart flutter but quickly shook my head, ridding myself of those feelings. I went to the living room and fell back on the couch, my phone pressed to my ear calling Megan.

"Spill," she answered. "I want to know everything."

"There's really not much to tell," I sighed. "I really don't remember much."

She was quiet for a moment. "Yeah, I'm calling bullshit on that one."

"I'm serious! One minute we're making out in the bar and the next I'm waking up naked in a hotel room with him."

I could hear her excitement as she said, "You know what this means? You fucked Alex Gaskarth!"

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Yeah, I guess I did."

Megan huffed into the phone. "Well that sucks. I don't get any juicy details."

I thought for a second, wondering if what I was about to tell her was juicy enough. "I have his number-" she cut me off with her gasp "-and I think he has mine," I continued.

"Please tell me you're going to use that number regularly!" she yelled into the phone.

I stood from the couch and slumped to the kitchen to get some orange juice. "Probably not." Megan scoffed. "He has a girlfriend!" I reminded her.

"Could be you though," she stated, and it was my turn to scoff. "What if he calls you though? Are you going to answer?" I was silent for a moment. "If he calls you and wants to keep seeing you, I am begging you to put your morals aside and go with it. Isn't this why we moved to Baltimore anyway? In hopes that something like this would happen?"

I took a sip from my orange juice and said, "We moved here for a change of pace. Because Georgia wasn't working for us anymore. If he calls me, I'll answer. But I'm not going to hold my breath while I wait for that to happen. He's probably forgotten all about me," I frowned.

"Whatever," Megan sighed. "Come over. We can order pizza and watch All Time Low videos. We must cherish this moment."

"I can't. I have to be at work in three hours," I groaned.

"Call in sick," she said, and I could see her shrugging and giving me her 'duh' expression.

I finished my juice, putting the glass in the sink. "It's Saturday. I have to go." I frowned again, remembering how crappy I was feeling and how I was going to have to spend the rest of my day around alcohol. A hungover bartender if not a happy bartender.

"Ugh, fine. But if you remember anything about last night, you better text me," Megan demanded.

"Yes ma'am," I laughed.

Notes