{ Alex's POV }

I woke with a soft grunt. A body was pressed against mine and for a second I was afraid it was Miles. I looked down at the girl and scrunched up my nose in distaste. My mind went back to last night. What happened? All I remember is shots. Lots and lots of vodka shots. I sat up as my head swam and pain flowed through my body.

I tugged on some sweats and made my way to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water and two Advils. I took the pills and looked around at the dimly lit room. Now that my senses were coming back to me, what should I do about getting rid of that bird? After taking the two pills I decided to pull out the bottle of Bourbon from the cabinet, pooring the proper amount in the fancy hand held glass. I downed it and felt the pain in my head start to go away...

Miles says that I shouldn't drink to fix my hangovers... I shake my head away from him and I decide that I need this bird out of my apartment sooner rather than later, though I would like nothing more than to curl up into a ball and drink until she leaves. I think I should wake her up. I made my way up to my room, tugging the covers off the half naked girl wearing my shirt. I scowled a bit as she whined and sat up.

" What tha hell was that for you ass? " she said sending a pout in my direction. I rolled my eyes at her antics.

" Change and leave. I have guests coming over," I lied through my teeth.

I didn't want to be completely rude to this girl and I'm not being totally untrue. Miles is supposed to come over soon to talk about the new album, that is if he's even up yet. She stared up at me, and she seemed to be scanning my face. I silently begged for her not to look at my hands, which were fidgeting from nerves. I looked into her eyes, keeping my cool.

Suddenly , as I stared, I noticed that her brown eyes resembled Miles' and I felt an odd feeling come over me. I couldn't tell if it was good or bad.

"They'll be over soon, so please." I motioned to her clothing on the floor, then dropped my hand back to my side.

"Alright. I'll Get out then, ya' git." She commented, leaning forward and grabbing her clothing.

She took off my shirt, tossing it on the bed. As she stood naked I felt a tad sick. I wasn't attracted to her, why was she here? When she finally got dressed, I held the door open, watching her leave. I let out a sigh of relief when she was finally out the door.

I slammed it shut allowing the wood to collide against the door frame with a harsh bang. Now to call Miles. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone from my pocket. The time read 10:45am. Maybe a few more shots before I call will do me good. I grabbed the Bourbon again and poured it into my glass, downing the dark amber liquid.

Maybe I shouldn't call Miles at all. Another shot found its way down my throat. He's probably having the time of his life with some bird and I'm gonna interrupt him. Soon, half of my bottle of Bourbon was empty. It was already almost there and this is a sipping drink but here I was. As I leaned back on my sofa, I took another sip, and ran my hand through my hair. It was gaining it a length and I thought that it was good.

Suddenly, my mind went to Miles. Then I had that same thought. Maybe I shouldn't call him at all? Then, I thought about the bird again. That same sick feeling washed over me. I took a long sip straight from the bottle.

"Fuck," I muttered aloud. "Fuck." I repeated again, louder. "Fuck!" I screamed.

Suddenly, a knock sounded at my door. I jumped up from the couch and stumbled to the door. I swung it open revealing a grumpy looking Miles. To be honest I was surprised he was even here. I should have called to cancel. I don't want to see those chocolatey brown eyes that reel you in like a fish on the end of a fishing pole.

His mouth opened as if to say something but he paused when he saw my disheveled look. The little amount of clothes that I was wearing were wrinkled and my sweats were riding down on my hips showing the V between my hip bones. My hair was everywhere since I'd been tugging and pulling at it for the past hour. I'm sure my eyes had dark circles underneath them and I was swaying from the alcohol in my system.

Miles frowned at me and grabbed my arm pulling me inside towards the couch. He pushed me down and grabbed a water bottle shoving it in my hand.

" D-Drink, " he said with a slight stutter showing nervousness that he doesn't usually portray.

I drank the water feeling a burst of smugness when I saw the red that tinted his cheeks. I chugged down the water, not even realizing how parched I was. I ran me hands through my wild hair, bringing it back in its natural slick form. I finally found the courage to look at Miles only to find him leaning forward, elbows on knees, his intense stare burning into my eyes. It almost scared me.

"What did I say about the hangover thing?" He said, his voice low and serious.

"So what, Mi?" I said back, noticing his hands, jittering slightly out of nerves.

"Al, you know how you get when you drink alone. Hell, look at you! You're bloody miserable." He said, getting a tad louder.

"Yeah alright, Mi. I get it." I snapped.

He looked between my eyes an odd look of hurt on his face. Suddenly, he leaned back, his shaky hands rubbing his face.

"Let's just get you some coffee, and then we'll talk about the album." He said, his Liverpool accent seeming extra thick in his odd state.

I groaned, " Mi no I just...I don't want to work today. I'm tired. " I grumbled. He scowled at me obviously frustrated with my behavior.

" Al cmon. It's been months, " he whined out.

I glared at him burning holes through him just telling him with my eyes that I was not interested in writing any songs right now. He sighed and decided to not continue pestering me.

I sighed and leaned back in the chair staring at the empty water bottle in my hands. The silence between us was odd. I felt uncomfortable but at the same time I didn't care. I let my gaze wonder over to Miles. His breathing was slow and deep and his eyes were a bit wide, solidly staring at the table. I wasn't sure what he was thinking about, and I wasn't sure what to say to him.

Suddenly, as I gazed at his face, a quick image of him, pressed up against a girl at a bar flashed in my mind.

"So?" I said.

"So what?" Miles blinked a few times and looked at me, a bit of life returning his eyes.

"Come on, tha'knows." I said as if it were obvious. His mouth went open a bit as he placed it together.

"Yeah." He shrugged.

"Were she good, tha knows?" I ask. He didn't look happy.

"She was alright. I don't know. What about yours? ' Tha knows' " he said, mimicking my accent. An odd pang went through my heart.

"Very funny. But eh, she were cheap, though she weren't half bad." I said, my words slurring as usual. Miles just nodded, looking away. I still don't understand why he was being so quiet.

I sighed and murmured, " Did you come here to talk to me or sit in my couch all morning? " He flinched a bit and turned away from me just staring at the wall. " Mi... " I whispered.

" I guess I'll go then, " he murmured. Another pang shot through my heart and I stared as he stood up and made his way to the door.

" Are you really leaving? " I asked. My voice was shaky and my hands were fidgeting with the string attached to my sweats. Miles froze at the door.

"Well, apperantly you want me to." He said lifelessly. When I didn't say anything back to him he sighed hastily and turned around to leave again.

"Mi, wait!" I called out, my shaking hands running through my hair again. He stopped and turned around. Looking into his brown eyes, I felt guilt wash over me.

"I'm sorry, mate. Me head is just done in." I apologized.

Miles looked over my body, and I felt a heat rush to my cheeks under his gaze. I couldn't stop my hands from twitching lightly. And he seemed to have noticed.

"You can say that again." He sighed before coming back in and shutting the door.

I let out the breath that I was holding in. I didn't know how many times Miles would forgive me. He was always there for me, and we'd known each other for over a decade.

"I'll make coffee." He said, walking swiftly to my kitchen.

I simply collapsed back on the couch. Miles came back into the room with a steaming mug of coffee. I grabbed it from his hands and hissed as it burned my hand. He groaned.

" Goddammit Al watch out. " he said with a scowl.

I flinched under his gaze and said nothing as I sipped the steaming hot coffee. It burned my tongue but honestly I didn't care. Miles watched my with worry in his eyes. I sighed.

" Miles stop worrying about me I'll be fine. " I murmured.

He didn't seem very convinced. I'd finished the cup not too long after I'd stated that. It wasn't until I sniffed and looked up that I saw the cup of coffee in Miles' hand, untouched. He pushed it towards me, taking the other empty mug out of my hand.

"Mi, isn't this yours?" I ask.

"Drink it, Al." He said solidly.

"You made it, you should dri-" he turned around and stared at me.

"Drink the bloody coffee, Al." I backed up a bit.

"Alright, alright." I mumbled. I sat down and I heard Miles turn on the sink. I figured he was washing the mug. Halfway through the mug I set it down. Miles came back into the room and frowned at the mug.

" Al drink it, " he murmured.

I whined, " Miles I don't want anymore coffee just stop. " I curled up on the couch pulling the nearest blanket around my body.

I grabbed the remote and turned on the tv putting a random show on. Miles glared at me as he sat down. He took the mug and drank the rest of my coffee. My cheeks turned red as I watched his lips connect to the cup. I gulped and looked back towards the screen. I couldn't help but flicker my eyes back at Mi, watching him take the last sip. Looking at his lips now, I felt heat rise to my cheeks, and I repeated my action of looking back at the television.

I wish that I knew what he was thinking. I wish that I could pull him over here and lean on him. We've done that before but for some reason right now it felt odd. Suddenly all my thoughts were in jumbles and I couldn't focus. It was like my thoughts were a commander, yelling in my face. I began to shake my head, to try and shake off these thoughts.

"Alex?" Mi asked softly. "Are you okay?" He asked. I scrunched my eyes up and rubbed my face with my hands. "Al?"

Suddenly I felt a dip in the couch next to me, and I opened my eyes to see Miles, looking at me with concern, as he raised a hand to my forehead. My cheeks flushed even darker and he frowned.

" You're really warm...maybe you have a fever, " he sighed and stood up taking my hand and pulling me into a standing position.

" You need some sleep mate, " he murmured.

I nodded in response and let him lead me to my room even though the heat he was feeling on my forehead was from my blushing cheeks. He lay me down in bed and sat beside me running a hand through my greasy unwashed hair.

" Mi...Mi stop my hair is icky, " I murmured only now realizing how tired I was as he put me down in bed.

Miles running his fingers through my hair felt good, and I didn't really want him to stop. But the product I'd put in it last night was still there, and I'd broke a sweat after last night also.

"I don't care." He said softly.

"What?" I asked.

"Ah, nothing. Just get to sleep, yeah? Don't wanna be miserable now, do we?" He asked, his Liverpool accent rising and lowering during his questions. I nodded, feeling the side of my mouth curl up in a twitch of a smile.

"I'll leave ya' to it then!" He smiled. He began to get up but out of instinct I grabbed his hand.

"Eh, stay, yeah? Don't fancy bein' alone right now." I said lowly.

"No problem. Jus' rest." He said, sitting on the bed, and leaning back on the headboard, pulling out his phone and checking his social media. He was too caught up in it to notice my hand land softly on the side of his leg, as I let his soft chuckles carry me off to sleep.

~ Cowritten with IDEKTERBEAR ~