Savior | ?*REWRITE*? MELLO X OC

Tw: self harm, I will put a * at the start and * at the end if it is a sensitive or triggering topic for you <3

Willow

The only reason I woke up after those 14 hours of sleep was because I heard snoring, followed by an arm hitting my leg. My head was throbbing before I even opened my eyes, which was to be expected after the night I had. I did it to myself, but honestly not a single person enjoys a damn hangover. The light was shining in my bedroom, sun peaking in between my blinds despite the rain still trickling down. There was a glass of water and ibuprofen sitting on my night stand with a note next to it.

I slowly sat up, squinting over the sun because of my headache. I felt my head, it was throbbing and my hair was a wreck. Before even glancing over the person in my bed, I slammed some water and took the pills along with my morning meds that I apparently can't drink on. My lower dose was fine, but as I said before not this one. I picked up the piece of paper that was left, reading it as I sipped more water.

Left you some ibuprofen, Mello said you were really fucked up.
He got more drunk after you fell asleep and it was funny, he passed out in your bed really late and didn't wanna move.
Also, I met a girl. She's cool, I think you'll like her. That's why I was out all night.
Xoxo don't sleep all day assholes -Matty bobatty

"Bobatty? The fuck kind of nickname is that?" I mumble to myself as I sat the note down and glanced over to the blonde sprawled out at the end of my bed. He was laying on his back, his legs dangling off the bed, and his mouth was open. It was funny, and honestly kinda made me happy seeing it.

He fell asleep in my room meaning he didn't leave me all night, and even managed to talk to Matt and still stayed when he was back. Granted he was apparently trashed, but hey it's the thought that counts. He actually fell asleep on the bathroom floor one time when he was drunk, and another time in their closet. Matt and I looked for him for 35 goddamn minutes, so him just falling asleep in different places wasn't that odd. If he was tired enough, he'd just snooze.

I had no idea what time he went to sleep, so I just left him be and waited for my headache to get better. He tossed and turned a little in his sleep, mumbling nonsense. He was laying on top of my comforter, he didn't even bother grabbing a blanket or pillow so I had just gathered he literally passed out.

"Mels," I say, nudging him with my foot. He groaned, and then immediately started snoring again.

"Mellooooo, wakey wakey dummy." My feet hit him again, and I kept nudging him until his eyes finally opened. He covered his eyes with his arm, and let out a groan. He was definitely feeling like shit, but he finally he managed to sit up. He scooted over and leaned up against the wall, glancing out of the window for a second before averting his gaze back to me. I handed him the bottle of ibuprofen and some water, which he took instantly.

"I don't even remember falling asleep," He rubbed his head and shot me a glance. "Do you?"

"Not really, the night is kinda blurry. I remember Lynn trying to sucker punch me."

"I figured, you were annihilated. I stayed to make sure you were alright, was worried mixing alcohol and your meds would've killed you or something. Had a few more drinks, then I apparently passed out in your bed. Comfy, by the way." He babbled and then curved his lips slightly and winked.

"Yeah, I know," I roll my eyes. "Matt left a note, guess he met some girl last night." I grabbed my brush on my table and ran it through my tangled black hair, the bed head was insane. My hands were a bit shaky, and my heart was beating a little faster than normal. I'm on edge, I already need a drink.