I heard my alarm and it startled me awake. I frantically looked around for the stupid thing giving me time to realize-

Oh yeah.

My head was pounding.

With the alarm clock still ruthlessly screeching, I held my head in my hands cradling it. Yeah, it fucking hurts. My body felt heavy and warm and my eyes felt like they were being forced to work against their will. I slumped off the futon to look for my phone and I tried to remember what happened last night. Following the source of the noisy alarm, I ended up in the kitchen. When I got there I, as violently as I could without breaking my phone, turned off the stupid fucking alarm, and gently put it down.

Wait. Why was I on the futon? Ugh... Being stood up, calling a friend. People? At a... Club.

"That's right," I muttered to myself inaudibly, "she brought her shitty friends."

I opened the fridge for some water, the room painfully bright. Fucking bullshit.

Wait. This isn't my charger. Whatever I probably took it from one of Ashlyn's dumb friends. I enjoy pick pocketing them.

The water tasted so good. I needed it so badly.I soon finished a cup and when I put it down, I realized there was already a cup on the table in front of the couch. Huh. I usually don't lay stuff out like that for sober me.

Wait... Oh fuck someone was over.

I felt my stomach drop.

Did I...?

I stopped so I could ignore my headache and concentrate on my... Uh... Lower stomach.

I didn't feel sore.I frowned.

What happened?

I tiptoed to the table being as quiet as I could. I took the pills that were left out and drink the water before looking back down at the futon.

Oh my god the someone is still here.

As if responding to my internal panic, the lump groaned softly and shifted. Then remained still. There was something strange about the shape of the lump in the sheets and blanket. It didn't have a normal human shape.

Still standing there with what felt like ice in my gut, I reminded myself that I have to go to work. I'll deal with this later but in the meantime, I'll get ready and maybe make enough noise to politely wake them up? Yeah. That sounds like a plan.

I walked to my room in my small apartment and started to get ready.

I smell like sweat and shame. I definitely need to shower. Maybe I'll just take the day off. No... The bills... Ain't no rest for the wicked I guess.

The shower felt amazing. I mean really amazing. Before, my hair smelled like rain and not in a good way. In a please-help-this-is-gross-city-water way. The hot steamy water revived me and even my headache started to lessen (but only slightly, it was still horrible) until-

God damn it no...

Quickly turning the knob to shut the water off, I wrapped the towel around myself as fast as I could, stiffening my stomach's noises with some pained whines. To be honest I forgot about this part. I hacked over the toilet. Yep. Graceful huh?

After about 45 seconds of painful waiting, gross noises, and suffering, I thought it was over. It certainly hadn't felt like it, so I wasn't going to take the chance. I threw my pj's back on so I'd be wearing something and used the towel to dry my hair a little, taking breaks to further empty my stomach in the process

Getting up painfully I trudged back to my room and dropped off my towel so I could get ready.

Followed by running back to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth. "Please stop, ill never drink again if you just stop", I whimpered to myself.

I don't wanna go into detail but it wasn't pretty at all. Also, despite my pleas, the vomiting did not in fact stop. My hair was in the way though and it was a pain to hold it back. Then to my utmost horror, I heard footsteps.

Nononononono please no

I upchuck a little more of last night's mistakes and regret when I see a figure at the door. Refusing to make eye contact so I could die with dignity,I rest one arm on the toilet seat and with the other, hold up my head with my forearm purposefully shifting so my hair would hide me.

"Damn. You have any tums?"

I turn to glare at the stranger when my heart stops and basically turned to lead.

No fucking way. You have got to be kidding.

Hawks was standing in the doorway in my clothes.

Watching me regret my decisions in high definition.

Wait... My clothes?

I sat there dumbfounded and messy. What do you say in this situation? And again for those in the back; What the fuck do you say in this situation?

Another wave of nausea and stomach pain hit me. I turned back to the toilet and felt tears prick my eyes from the pure embarrassment of the situation. Oh yeah. And throwing up makes my eyes watery.

I saw feet come toward me and Hawks crouched beside me. His hand reached over to my not-busy hand and gently tugged on the hair tie, taking it off.

"We've all been there, kid. Hold still."

I felt hands softly and gently stroke my hair back into a ponytail. My hair wall was gone. I could no longer hide my face.

"Thanks." My voice came out hoarse.

"Mhmm", he hummed.

When he was done he left the bathroom and said "I'm going to make breakfast."

I sat there for another thirty minutes still throwing up but after a while i sat there and waited. Processing. He- Hawks- my literal hero. Was making breakfast. After pulling my hair back. Oh my god. I grimaced at the toilet bowl in front of me, chunks of gross stuff sitting there. He definitely saw that.

Flushing, I walked out of my bathroom and walked across the hall to my room. Leaning back on the wall, I contemplated what to do about my current situation.

Maybe I could sneak out the window and change my name. Maybe I could stop being a little bitch.

Shut up.

Am I going to work today? Am I going to meet the number two hero in the kitchen, where he made me breakfast? Or am I going to bitch out.What to do. I really screwed myself over on this one.

My hair still damp was dripping onto me. The smell coming from the kitchen pulled me from my thoughts. Right. One thing at a time. I need to go to work and pay my bills.

I sighed begrudgingly and peeled myself off of the door. Even though I was practically dirt poor I lived almost comfortably. Spencer's doesn't pay much but as long as I showed up looking edgy I'm fine. It wasn't much but at least I didn't have to wear some ridiculous outfit. Sliding my hoodie over my head my thoughts were interrupted with the sound of... Sizzling? Wow.

That's right. Hawks was in my house. I could feel my heart start to race.

The person you look up to most is in your house. Some people don't even get to be in the same country as their idle and yours is inside your home. Oh my God, we were sleeping on the same couch.

My face involuntarily burned and I covered it with my sleeves. I was so tense. He was in my home. Making breakfast. Different thoughts flooded my mind. One echoed a little louder than the rest.

He was in your hoodie.

I was so excited it almost made me hyperventilate. The only reason I wasn't doing a happy dance was my killer hangover. He. Is. In. My house. My house.

When I was ready I carefully opened my door and stepped out to peer down the hallway. Taking one last deep breath I stepped out. He looked up and smiled.

My heart.

"Hey. Are you feeling better? Hope you don't mind I started cooking."

You could step on me and I'd ask you to do it again.

"Yeah, no problem. Uhm. So... What happened last night?"

He slid over the eggs made over medium on one of my plates with a fork.

I kept talking, "How did you- Hawks- end up in my... Hoodie. And sweatpants."

Taking a bite of egg, he looked away as if to think about it. With a swallow he replied, "Oh yeah. Sorry about last night, we couldn't find a condom."

I choked on my egg.

There is no way- I'm not sore- maybe it wasn't all the way- oh god what-

He kept a straight face then it broke with a short through the nose. "Kid", he struggled to speak through laughter, "I'm just kidding. We didn't do anything", he continued, now chuckling.

I couldn't help but smile at his little prank. "Dick."

"So what do you remember?"

I frowned. "I think the last thing I remember is... my friend, her friends, and I, about to leave? And I don't remember much else after that. To be honest I remember the flying a little bit but I thought it was a dream."

"Hm. Well-", he took another bite of egg, "I was walking around to get some air when I found a cutie crying on the floor outside a club. She was drunk as hell but didn't want me to know that. So she assured me she wasn't drunk."

He winked at me and started to put away his now empty plate. He made pretty good eggs. They were the best eggs I've ever had. Oh he winked at me-

"Turns out a certain someone's phone died and they had no way home because her friend and her friend's friends left without her. Then I flew you home, you gave me a change of clothes because- oh yeah- it was raining by the way. Very romantic if I do say so myself. Speaking of which I changed the load in the middle of the night so our clothes wouldn't get all mildewy.

"Being the sweetheart you are you cut holes in the jacket so I could put my wings through. Then we watched TV but you slumped over and fell asleep immediately after you had some water so I turned off the TV and fell asleep too."

"So nothing happened?"

He gave me a sly grin. "Did you want something to happen", He drawled out dangerously slow.

I froze and the air in my lungs came out in a nervous breath. At that moment I unconsciously started looking at him. Like really looking at him.

My sliding door that led to the second floor patio let in light that spilled through his sleep tousled hair and highlighted his golden sun-kissed skin. Although his face was playful and at rest, it didn't reach his eyes. His eyes were hard to get a reading on. He seemed to realize he caught me between a rock and a hard place and stared back.

I have to wait until he says something first. He knows he caught me off guard, he's playing me. My face must've given way to my thoughts because he tilted his head just a little bit to the right and just for a second I saw the emotion behind those eyes. The playful glint in his eyes held amusement and horrible loneliness.

And just as soon as he let me in, he shut me out, then he opened his mouth. "I should probably mention that when you were drunk, you told me how roguishly handsome you find me."

He caught me off guard and I replied, "Tch. Whatever." I tried to play it off but the unwanted heat crept up my neck.

Smooth (Y/n). Real fuckin' smooth.

Grabbing my plate, I walked around the counter to put my plate on the sink. Him being on the opposite of the sink closest to the bar top (where I was sitting before), he turned around to face me.

"No no no no no", he rattled with his scruffy voice, "Don't avoid the question. Makes you look... Guilty. Did you want something to happen", he phrased the question as a statement, as if daring me to correct it.

I let out an airy chuckle. What is a safe response? What the fuck is a safe response-

"Wouldn't you like to know, hm?"

Sure. Fuck safe right? Let's flirt. Sure. Real cool. If my brain isn't going to be helpful, fuck off.

He chuckled. "Damn kiddo didn't expect that."

When I turned around he was leaning on the counter arms crossed, the baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants not at all hiding how powerful and built his body was underneath.

Concentrate.Oh trust me, I am. Not on that-

"So. I have half an hour before I have to go to work. I know that you uh- you know- get hounded by the press but... I mean your my hero", I was getting noticeably nervous and he seemed to be eating it up with a smug grin. "Can I ...um. ask you some questions? I'm just curious-about the person who took me home."

"Shoot for it kid."

"What's your real name? Feels weird to have to call you Hawks. You know, just talking."

He tilted his head back and laughed.

"W-what is it", I smiled nervously.

"Nothing nothing. My name is Takami Keigo."

Huh. He told me.

"You know", he put his hand over his face, a common pose for the paparazzi to take pictures of (It's the same pose from the poster in my room), "The more I think about it, the more I realize... I don't think you ever told me your name."

"Oh uh. It's (f/n) (l/n)."

I like the sound of his name. Takami Keigo.

"Something tells me, you've been eyeing my wings. Wanna touch them?"

"Oh really? I-Id love to!"

He took my hand and led me into the living room to spread his wings all the way out. I walked around to the side of him to place my hand where he was gently leading it.

"Here. I'll show you where the soft feathers are."