DANCING ON MY OWN (Charlie Puth)

T W E L V E

I groan and shield my eyes from the blinding light that's peaking through the curtain. There's a pounding in my head and knot in my stomach. I reek of alcohol from last night. When my eyes finally adjust and I can actually open them, I take a look around. I'm in Charlie's room.

I don't remember much from last night, except for smashing a shit load of alcohol. Somehow, that landed me in Charlie Puth's bed with no pants on. What the fuck did I do?

I suddenly grow anxious, which isn't exactly helpful to my hangover. Charlie's hand is carelessly caressing the back of my thigh as if this would be completely normal any other time, and my head is laying on his bare chest.

He groans and opens his eyes up. Apparently he has a similar reaction to me when he realizes where his hand shouldn't be at. He quickly moves it and I awkwardly scoot away. I sit up and rub my eyes.

"Good morning." He smiles.

"Yeah, something like that." I mumble.

"Hungover?" He laughs.

"Yeah, shut up." I nudge his shoulder.

"I'll get you some advil." He says, slowly getting out of the bed. I quickly grab his wrist, preventing him from going anywhere.

"What?" He says in confusion.

"I just... I didn't know if..." I'm having a really hard time asking this question and I want to die of embarrassment.

"Spit it out, Mia." He laughs.

"Did we... did I lose my virginity?" I ask, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

He lets out a deep chuckle and shakes his head.

"What's so funny?" I demand, feeling extremely insecure.

"No, you didn't, well I mean, not that I'm aware of anyway." He smirks.

"Huh?" I question, not understanding his sarcasm.

"I don't know, I mean, you were hanging out with Ash a lot last night." He rolls his eyes with a cocky smile plastered on his lips.

I stare at him with my eyes wide in horror at the thought of doing something I would have regretted.

"Calm down, Mia. You didn't have sex with anyone."

"Then why am I in my underwear and your t shirt in your bed with you?" I finally spit out.

"That's a great question, one that I would also like the answer to."

"So you don't remember either?"

"Oh no, I remember vividly. You begged me to help you change your clothes, and then you wouldn't let me sleep in the living room or on the floor. Then when I finally got in the bed, you made me cuddle with you. I mean, I didn't mind or anything." He quickly throws in the last bit.

I groan and facepalm at my behavior last night.

"So you saw me naked."

"Well, not entirely. But you don't look half bad in my t shirt, you should keep it." He says cockily and then walks out of the room in search of advil. Where did all this confidence come from?

I feel the knot in my stomach twist and turn and the nausea hits me like a train. I jump up out of the bed knowing I'm about to hurl and not even caring if I have to run through this apartment in my underwear. I bump into Charlie on my way out the door, taking him by surprise.

I make it to bathroom just in time and hurl into the toilet. I quickly flush and rinse my mouth. Charlie knocks on the door, and then opens it without permission, closing the two of us in here.