Dreams can come true...but count the cost

You have been on the island a little over five months when your birthday arrived, surprising you as you had lost track of the months.

The night of your birthday weekend, Jess had dragged you to the one club on the island, where you spend most of the night dancing and singing along badly to the songs you know( and making up the words to the ones you don't) and drinking. Halfway into the night you remember finding Owen at the bar with Barry and him convincing you to try tequila, after a few (half a dozen) shots of this, your memory becomes a little more then hazy but you remember Owen's arm around you and his mouth close to yours but never fully pressing against it. Jess and Barry had laugh at you both and made stupid faces at you, before disappearing together down the street.

How you got from the club to your bungalow? you have no idea but you remember laughing until you cried and being unable to stand because of it, however you remember trying to convince Owen to join in with dancing before he lifted you over his shoulder laughing drunkenly as you continue you argument to get him to dance with you.
You groan as a loud familiar sound, you try to peal open an eye, but the heat that was wrapped around you was too inviting. However the beeping continued and you unwrap yourself from the embrace and reach blindly towards it. Struggling to sit up right you squint at your laptop and it's too bright lights before answering the call.

" 'llo" you voice was rough with sleep and alcohol as you rub one eye in hopes to see clearly.

"Y/n" you hear someone shout and struggle to bring into focus your brother, mother and aunt Ellie. You yawn.

" what is it?" you blink several times and try to focus on the clock " it's 0426 am" you are sure you have been asleep less then an hour.

" oh honey we were just wanting to wish you happy birthday and wanted to know what you did last-" your mother was cut off as a weight settle across your lap and movement in the corner of your burry vision. You look down confused to find an arm. A tanned manly arm and follow it to the head, squinted in the darkness at familiar features, which pull a half smile to your face.

" who is that?" you hear you brother mutter in shock.

" it just Owen," you shrug, and your brother croaks while your mother and aunt Ellie look shocked.

"Did you...What did... was... what..." he sputters, he took a deep breath and asked calmly

" what did you drink last night?

"Erm I remember tequila?" He squawked, surprising you mother and Aunt.

" the both of you?!" You nod slowly.

" I know what he is like on tequila." He went on muttering about baby sisters and convents, your mother and Aunt Ellie shouldered him out of the way.

" well...I can't say we didn't see this coming." Your mother starts, looking a little uncomfortable,

" what are you talking about?" You question, confused and the heat from Owen was making you drift towards sleep. Your sleepy brain registering that you were both full clothes and the blankets were kicked to the bottom of the bed.

" maybe we should finish this conversation when your awake, sweetie." Aunt Ellie sends you a soft smile that you return sleepily. You may not be directly related to Ellie but she understood you better then most.
You say your good byes, shut the lap top and snuggle back into Owens warm embrace.

When you wake again later that morning you are alone, there is a glass of water and paracetamol on the bed side table and you have far to many messages from your brother to be healthy to deal with, with a hangover. The day only gets worse .