I was about to call you Marzia placed her phone on the table Where were you? She asked calmly, sitting on the bed and taking off his boots. The sound of plastic bags filling the silence in the room; Marzia bought a lot of stuff, again.I uhh. Felix walked through the entrance slowly, eyeing Marzias bags, then her ..Got boredYou dont have to lie, you just didnt wanted to go buy shoes with meWas I that obvious? Felix said sarcastically falling on the bed. He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, hearing plastic bags and clothes, before he asked At what time are we leaving?There was a total silence and Felix turned to see Marzia covering her mouth with her hands and her eyes wide I totally forgot. She said in a really high-pitched tone, shocked and apologetic Sorry! She threw herself next to Felix burying her face on Felixs stomach Sorry, sorry, sorry!Felix felt a bit of annoyance, but at the same time, he was kind of relieved Marzia didnt booked the flight to the UK Its okay, really He stroked her hair gently and Marzia immediately faced him, the quick movement of her head made her long hair fly everywhere.No! Its not! She pouted Felix, Im so sorry. I knew you wanted to get there before Ken left London. Gosh! Sorry She buried her face on her hands, her shoulders were shaking.Felix looked at her and smiled, grabbing Marzias nape and lifted her head to kiss her forehead I swear its okay. I bet we can go to the States and visit the beardy bastard next month. So no prob, love The blond smiled at her sweetly.Marzia made her way next to him and hugged him Okay. Im sorry, anyway She said, giving little pecks on his hairy cheek.If you say sorry again Im going to chew your hair Felix said lazily, his acts performed earlier that night were making him sleepy.Sorr- FELIX! NO! Marzia laughed, pulling her brown locks out of Felixs mouth.You smell like shampoo Felix yawned.You smell like. Alcohol. Marzia stopped talking playfully with a bit of confusion in her voice ..Where were you...?...Out Felix was drifting to sleep, his eyes were closed and he was hardly speaking.Okay Marzias voice was quiet and child-like.Mhm Felix started to snore a bit.Felix? Marzia almost whispered.Mhm..?I love youMmm*Felix opened his eyes entirely when he woke up, a little disturbed. His eyelids felt incredibly heavy and sweaty. He tried to lift his head when an overwhelming warm and thick pain made his head throb.Uughh He grunted, pressing his index fingers to his temples Mmm, Marzia, could you- He rolled to his side just to notice he was the only one resting on the bed. The room was still a little dark; a hint of the morning light peeking out from the drapes illuminated the lower half of his body. He stretched and sat down slowly, his head still throbbing.Marzia! He shouted with a raspy voice.What is it?! Marzia came out from the bathroom with a towel around her chest and drying her ombre hair with another.Oh He leaned and rubbed his hands on his face Why are you taking a shower so early?Its.12 pm She said after a pause, not looking at Felix You kind of slept a lotMmmm. He groaned, his palm spread all over his sweaty face, the faint smell of manhood on it tickling his nose and making his heart pound hard. He raised his head quickly at the sound of Marzias boots walking to the door Hey, where are you going?Marzia looked at Felix over her shoulder Out Felix blinked at her and she took her beige purse, sticking her keycard in one of the pockets on its sides I know you dont want to come She opened the door Im going to check what can I do about the flight later She said before closing the door behind her.Ma- Felixs voice was silenced by the door slamming shut. Almost as soon as the room was filled with silence, he left himself fall to the mattress; a painful tightening sensation covered his chest sending a bolt of coldness all the way to his abdomen. His hands brushed over his shirt, a breathless sob escaped his lips as he felt some stiff spots on it. He pulled the bottom of the shirt roughly in desperation, impotency and a slight feeling of humiliation. The tightness and pressure of his muscles made his skin hurt and burn. He stopped pulling when he heard the fabric tearing apart. He sobbed again, shaky for the effort. Eventually his sight went blurry with all the tears running down his waxy skin. He didnt even know why he was so upset, why he felt gross, why did he felt like if someone just punched him right n the stomach and pulled out all the air from his body? He was sure he felt like shit for upsetting Marzia, that was no it, though. He had fought with Marzia a lot of times before, and much worse. The real reason had a name that he didnt allow his mind to even project its letters, but as much as he wanted to fight it back, he started remembering everything that happened last night. He soon found it difficult to breathe for the lump in his throat, making him cough; he turned to his side and lifted himself to a position where his legs were still resting on the bed, his arms were supporting his upper body, his head hanging. He felt sick. Staying in bed wont make him any good, he knew that. He slowly pushed the heavy blankets off him and got on his feet. The violent stretching of muscles in his heart making it difficult to move around; also, the hint of hangover fog in his head was really not helping.He walked lazily to the bathroom. The whole hotel had a mechanism where when you enter a room except from the main one- the light would turn on immediately, so when Felix stepped in, the white glowing light blinded him for half a second making him grunt.Vad i- He held the door frame to steady himself and put his other hand on the boudoir, he stared at the sink for a bit, gagging purposely to see if he wanted to puke. He finally lifted his head to see his tired reflection on the wide mirror. The puffiness in his eyes made them look red and stand out on his pale face as well as his nose and different little spots on his cheeks; his scruffy beard covered his jaw and chin as unevenly as his moustache did and a yellowish tone could be noticed on his visage. The Swedish tilted his head and furrowed his brows; he hated watching himself like this. It was like looking at some HD definition of himself. Feeling made him look so disgustingly genuine. He sighed and blinked at the reflection of the tub, a bath sounded like a marvelous idea. *Mark startled as his hone started making all kinds of noises, he was in a diagonal position, his body occupying all the bed except for a tiny space in the foot of it Wha. He mumbled as he reached down for his phone Why is it. He managed to take it and unlock it without opening his dry and red eyes, thing he eventually did to see what was happening on his phone. Some notifications, as always, and there was a message.

Dont forget about lunch plans, asshole. 10:17

He tried to focus on the name, his heavy and puffy eyelids making it difficult until he got it Jack.Shhhhhhhhhhhhhit He looked at the clock, still half asleep. It was 12:32, they were going to meet at 2:00 at a rather far place. He grunted, irritated and sat on the bed rubbing his eyes, a slight creaking coming out form the friction and lack of lubrication on his eyeballs.His gray hoodie was nowhere to be found and there was a bunch of empty bottles on the floor I. He frowned Oh.fffuck...! He pressed his palms on his eye, a thrill of coldness rush over his spine and he started to sweat cold Great, Mark...You are just.. Incredible He babbled, his head hurt like hell. He got on his feet quickly, making his head spin and a thick feeling was moving from the pit of his stomach to his throat. He ran to the bathroom as fast as he could, making some of the bottles on his way fall and a broken glass noise echoed in the room. Mark fell hardly on his knees in front of the toilet and puked. He did it three more times before backing up and resting his head on the wall, he wiped the disgustingly sweet and burning flavor off his lips with his hand. A salty-clean smell on his fingers caught up his attention and he twisted his mouth in revulsion.He finally stood up and walked to the mini fridge to get some water. He took a bottle and walked back to the bathroom as he carelessly drank it. Suddenly, a pinch of pain stung his foot and he jumped back whimpering in pain, a piece of glass had cut the sole of his foot. He sat on the bed and looked at it Fucking piece of. He sighed instead of finishing the sentence, looking at the blood dripping and staining the carpet. He walked carefully and with difficulty to the bathroom, he took a quick shower and then proceeded to check on the wound as he sat on the corner of the bathtub and cleaned it as best as he could. When he was out of the shower he wrapped gauze on it tightly.He jumped slightly when a loud sound emerged from his phone, resting on top of the toilet, and he answered it quickly when he saw the image of the baby-faced Irish.Hello? He answered, waiting for the scolding of his life.Mark, you better be on your way, dude The raspy voice on the other side of the phone sounded a little threatening.IYeah, Im.Totally uh. Jack sighed Youre still on the hotel, arent ya'?...... The bathroom to be preciseI How did you I could say cause I know you well enough but its actually for the echo in your voice. I even find it strange, you are always really punctualOh, man, Im sorry Mark grunted, his head still pulsing lightly I think I had way too many drinks last night You went drinking without me??No, I-Im hurt, Mark! Wounded even! Jack exaggerated, interrupting Mark.Shut up! Mark laughed I. actually just drank in my roomOh. Oooohhh okay. Now I get it Jack said teasingly.No! I wasnt like th- He stopped for moment, feeling pressure in his abdomen as flashing images of last nights events flew across his mind. No, its okay, Mark He chuckled Tell you what, forget about the park. Im going to your hotel and get you out, what do you say?Mark smiled thankful Thats an amazing idea, dudeOkay, Ill be there in a minuteBye He hung up and brought himself up and into the main room. He fell face first on the bed and inhaled deeply, noticing a faint foreign and fresh scent. He opened his eyes and as he exhaled he saw a golden hair in the edge of the mattress, trembling at his breath. He took it with his thumb and index finger; he looked at it closely and frowned at how yellow the daylight made it look.He sighed, dropped his hand and scratched the back of his head with the other and lazily messed his damp hair. He brought up his hand again to notice he didnt have the hair anymore, he blinked twice and leaned down to stare at the floor, searching for it; the peach tiling didnt really helped him and what started as a careless hunt was slightly frustrating him. He got as much of his upper body as he could out of the bed and onto the floor to look for the blond hair. He suddenly fell down hitting his back on the floor.Fuckin- He groaned arching his back and startled when someone knocked the door.Mark? A shrill voice shouted Its Jack!Mark groaned again and shouted Coming! He got up slowly, finding it hard to support on his hurt foot.He hoped one-legged to the door and opened it a bit to see Jacks wide and child-like smile framed by his ginger-brown hair fade and frown as he looked at Mark trying to balance on one foot and the other one wreathed in gauze.What the fuck happened?? He pushed the door open and stared intensely at the covered foot, his arched brows making his expression look almost cartoonish.I stumbled across some broken bottle because Im, oh, so smart.Damn, what a freaking idiot you are, Mark Jack walked pass him and into the room, holding two plastic bags.What you got there? Mark rubbed his eye.Oooh, well, Mr. Fischbach- He giggled at how he called Mark and continued I just brought a shit ton of beer to entertain ourselves on this lovely afternoonThe thought of alcohol made Marks stomach writhe and blood-flavored saliva started filling his mouth Ugh, please no, dude. If I get myself anywhere near alcohol, Im seriously going to puke.again! He gagged and gulped Could we just get a nice meal? Im starving and my body needs to recoverUh, well Jack looked down at his bags I only got booze in here but we can go out, sure! He walked to the mini fridge to get all he brought inside while Mark walked to the bathroom to get properly dressed. And by properly, meant a pair of olive green trousers, a brown Attack on Titan T-shirt and sandals.Not to elegant, bro Jack giggled when he turned at Mark.Ugh, it still hurts a bit Mark ignored Jacks comment, leaning to the bed and putting his hands on the edge supporting his body while he lifted his injured foot a little. You want me to help you?Nah, Im alright Mark waved at Jack Its just going to be a pain in the ass to walk He tried to push his glasses up to the bridge of his nose instinctively and thats when he noticed that he didnt have them on What- He looked around and finally spotted them resting underneath of the other bed Would you mind? He pointed at them and turned to Jack.Uh, sure Jack ducked all the way and picked Marks glasses up. Mark could have sworn, maybe for half a second, that the Irishs hips wiggled lightly as he reached down Wow, dude. It looks like you had quite a night, didnt ya? He blew a bit of dust off the crystals There you goIt wasnt. Mark took his glasses from Jack, cleaned them further with his shirt and put them on .Like that He sighedHey, man. Dont worry about it The thinner one grabbed Marks shoulder and shook him tenderly We can talk about this with a nice burger, and cake! My treat, what do you say? Mark looked at him and smiled You know Im not going to let you pay all by yourselfYep, now lets go He opened the door and helped Mark out before closing it behind him.