Will

I practically lived in a bar and I see guys feeling up girls all the time but it became a whole lot different the moment it was happening to my girl. The moment she left with the Tyler dude I kept my eyes on her and I saw the dude do something she didn't like.

Do it once and I would've let him go easy, twice he'd get a punch but he did it three times so I broke his wrist.

But I still thank the guy for doing it although it's not right because after that incident, she warmed up to me, she started acting like herself then, in those few precious hours while she was still sober, I found out how fun she is to be around with and how easy it will be for me to fall for her. If I hadn't already.

So Tyler was a friend, they went to school together and he was a football player, her friend set them up but apparently, the dude's already had a few drinks. The only thing that worries me now is that she'd have to deal with him at school without me. Not that she would have trouble since her friends were honestly badass.

A few hours later she forgot all about that date of hers or maybe just drank herself to oblivion and at 3:30 she was so drunk I don't think she'll be able to hold onto me on my bike.

I looked at Amanda, her friend that I came to grow very fond of since she was very vocal. "Would you guys mind if I take her home now? She's pretty drunk already.." I said, secretly unsure of what to do, I mean, damn, I've never had a girl to take care of.

"Yeah, she looks about ready to puke." Amanda said, scrunching her nose, disgusted at the thought. "Her house, buddy. Get that?"

I smiled, she really does have awesome friends. "Yeah. Well, maybe I'll see you next time, bye guys!" They all responded their goodbyes as I picked Hannah up, bridal style.

As I walked out of the bar with her on my arms, there's only one thing on my mind and it was; Damn, it sure feels right with her.

I hailed a cab since she's definitely not gonna be able to hold onto me if we ride my bike and then ten minutes into the ride she fell asleep. the upside of that was she found my shoulder to sleep on.

This, without a doubt, is what I want. But the problem is, what I want screamed trouble for her. By letting myself like her, I know I'm just letting her into a mess called my life.

When we got to the house I paid the driver and he left, by the time we were by the front door I had to wake her up cause I had no idea how to open their front door magically.

"Uh, where are your keys?" I asked when she opened her eyes.

"Purse." She slurred.

"Okaaay." I said reaching for her purse which she was waving around.

"Hand it over, angel." I said, smiling because I like this playful side of her.

The moment it slipped out of my mouth I had to hold off my laughter. What a whipped ass, I actually said angel? At least it was true, she really did have this innocent beauty, something like an angel's.. and that was the most dangerous kind. Anyway, at least I wasn't the only one affected, what I said silenced her and she handed me the purse without a word.

I looked through her purse and finally found the keys and unlocked the door immediately. When she was settled on the couch I knelt down to level our faces, to say goodnight and goodbye.

"Will.." She said groggily. "I don't feel so goo-"

And voila, everything she ate came bursting out of her mouth and landed all over me.

"Shit," She said slowly, realizing what she did, smiling a little. "I was about to warn you..."

I couldn't help but laugh at her response. This girl really is incredible, even though she just puked on me. "Do you have anymore food to vommit?" I asked looking at her. "I still have a clean spot over here." I pointed at a small spot on my chest.

"I'm fine." She said with a smile, lying back on the couch.

I snickered.

"That you are." I commented. "Okay, I'm just gonna find somewhere to clean up."

Hannah

Headache. Damn.

I opened my eyes and found myself at home in my room. I don't remember coming in last night, though. Also, I'm wearing different clothes. I looked again.. focusing now, kidding, it's the same exact thing.

"Morning beautiful."

My head shot up, causing pain. Damn it. I tried again slowly and I found Will standing in front of me, promoting a perfect smile that could've taken all my breath away.

"What on earth are you doing here?" I asked with so much surprise that my head throbbed.

"Oh, I guess someone got a little too drunk to remember." He said.

"I'm guessing that's me since my head hurts like all hell broke loose."

Shit, did we sleep together? I have to remember! This is just great, my second time drinking and already did this?

He chuckled. "Yup. Now get your butt off of your bed and eat breakfast, a greasy one, it'll make you feel loads better."

"Is Dane here?" I couldn't help but ask. Why did he even stay? Anyone normal would leave, right?

"Yeah, I texted him last night and he and Harry came, we played video games." He grinned at me.

"And..?"

"And they had to leave early for work so I told them I'd make you breakfast then leave you alone." He sat on the bed and removed most of the distance between our faces, teasing me. "So, food? I'm talking freshly cooked bacon, eggs, hotdogs and fried rice all dipped in grease." He said, his minty hot breath blowing on my face.

I slightly moved my head away trying to avoid doing anything that I might regret later. "You cooked?" I asked instead, changing the subject.

He grinned. "Honestly, I don't think so, all I did was put a bunch of food into a hot pan filled with grease."

"Yeah, I get it. Greasy food, why do you keep on bringing it up?"

"I'm waiting for it to sink in."

"Waiting for what to sink in?" I asked seriously not getting the guy.

"That you're gonna eat greasy foods.." He said starting to get confused too.

"So?" I prompted him to go on talking. I wanted to know what his whole point was.

"Well, it's greasy, don't you girls hate that? Something to do with fats or something?"

I rolled my eyes. "Boys are so clueless, I don't care about my freakin' weight." I said, finally getting up, realizing for the first time that all he was wearing was boxers. "What the hell?" I asked in surprise, oh shit, maybe I did sleep with him. I'm holding on to not sleeping with him since I'm not naked.

"What? You puked on me, my clothes are in the wash."

"Oh. Good." I said relieved, remembering that I did, in fact, puke on him last night. I wanted to feel sorry but thinking about it made me smile and even laugh a little.

I looked at him, trying to be serious even though I was thinking of last night and the puke. Hot damn, the guy sure knew how to impress a girl, he looked straight out of a magazine - "Good that you puked on me?" He asked confused again, interrupting my thoughts.

"No, well.. yes, at least that's all the action you got."

He laughed definitely amused.

"Well, I wasn't really up for action."

I wanted to ask him if I was that unattractive that he can't even consider a one night stand with me. He offered me a hand so that I could stand up completely. Slowly he pulled me up and by no time I was standing and the world was jumbling.

As we walked out I passed by my mirror and saw what I looked like. Jesus Christ, now I know why he wanted no action from me last night, I looked like shit! I excused myself to go in the bathroom to fix myself up.

When I was all fixed up, I went straight to the dining room and damn, I had to close my eyes and sniff the environment because it smelled like heaven.

He was chuckling when I opened my eyes.

"You're like a five-year-old in a candy shop."

I rolled my eyes. When I turned to look at the food I realized he cooked enough for 6 people. As if reading my thoughts he answered, "Well you don't really use your kitchen much, in the trash all I found was pizza boxes and burger papers so I thought I'd cook this all up instead of letting it go to waste."

"Yeah, I'm not a cooking type of person." I reasoned. The housekeeper wasn't staying in and we could order take outs so we had no reason to keep food around.

"Losing your parents really changed everything, huh?" He asked, probably not meaning to. I was surprised at the mention of my parents but then I remembered that he'd know all about it because he was friends with my brother.

"Yeah, I hate it... so much." I admitted for the first time, none of my friends mentioned it to me and for so long I've had no one to tell it to that I couldn't help but blurt it out to the first person to talk about it. "It's one thing that they died but did everything really have to go effed up? This whole place is filled with memories with my parents and them - leaving just made this place empty. Because home is where my mom's cooking around the kitchen, my dad's flirting with her in the living room, me and Dane are bickering in Dad's study about who gets the laptop for the night -" I trailed off. The memories were too overwhelming for me. "I mean, most of the time, I feel like I'm a border here instead of.. The thing is, I'm the only one in here all the time and sometimes I feel like having a brother is turning into just a memory too and it's pretty hard." I hated talking about this but the moment all of those things escaped my mouth I felt relieved like the weight on my shoulders that I've been carrying for the longest time, has finally been lifted off.

He nodded thoughtfully and before he could respond, I let out a sly laugh.

"A nice drama for breakfast." I joked.

I bet he was gonna say something about the things I just said but he changed the topic.

"So our date later, I'll pick you up at 7:30." He said slowly, eating a mouthful of bacon.

"You're really serious about that?" I asked incredulously.

He looked at me as if I was crazy for asking. "Of course I am, what did you think?" Of course I didn't think he was seroous, he's a player. He's also a friend of my brother.

I didn't respond, instead I said, "Then it'll be on my terms. I can't do it tonight, I have a lot of things to do and the only day I'm available is on friday."

He nodded in agreement. "Sure, that's fine." He agreed. Okay, so apparently he was fun to be around with. He made me laugh more than I could within a week but that made me scared more of letting the guy in.

"Remember that time when we watched that movie 'Haven'?" He asked, looking guilty as we washed the dishes. Well, while he washed.. I was incharge of drying.

"Yeah, why?" I asked slowly, wondering if what he'll say is something I can't accept or what since he looked so guilty.

"Well, remember when I told you then that my sister made me read that Joseph Glitters novel?"

"Yeah...?" I said slowly, waiting for the point.

"I lied." He admitted.

I felt disappointed. Maybe he 's gonna tell me it's actually his girlfriend- "Well, not exactly..." He laughed. "I mean, I don't have a sister but I was referring to Harry and he's pretty much like a sibling to me...." He trailed off laughing and I couldn't help but laugh along.

Oh dear God, he considers Harry as his sister?

"He's not gonna like that.." He said as he stopped laughing. "Especially since I tell people that I have a sister - a lot a times."

I bursted out laughing again.

"I wonder what crap I'd get from my brother if I called him sis." I said, purely out of curiosity.

"He's gonna shit himself." Will said snorting. "they're both actually struggling with admitting it to others." Then he turned thoughtful. "I mean, they have this little bubble that they seem to always be in and their troubles always seem to fade away because of that and they don't know how to act when they're out of that bubble."

"Yeah, I noticed that too." I agreed.

I never thought Will, out of all people, would notice something as precarious yet absolutely breathtaking as those moments. Maybe I judged him wrong and I just can't accept that?

Well, we'll see.