kitty

you woke with a start, bolting upright in bed and immediately grabbed your head from moving too fast, the alcohol still very much in your system from the evening. taking a few deep breaths to slow your speeding heart rate, you looked over at the clock on the nightstand; 3:15 am.

you weren’t sure exactly what time you had actually gone to bed, but it couldn’t have been more than an hour or two ago, which was normal while living it bams house. in fact going to bed anytime before 3 am was considered early.

you had been friends with bam for years, and quickly became friends with the rest of the cky crew, and soon enough castle bam felt more like home than anywhere else did. you had gotten used to the endless pranks and the guys disregard for their personal well being.

this dream that had woken you up was different though; not just an injury that could be laughed off. trying not too think to heavily on the details, you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and snuck out of your room, down the hall and towards bams door. you could still hear music playing from the living room downstairs, so you weren’t sure if he was in bed yet or not.

there was no response to your gentle knock on the door, you opened it slowly and peeked inside, barely able to make out bams sleeping form in the dark. closing the door behind you, you shuffled blindly in the direction of his bed, stopping when you felt your knees hit the edge of the mattress and his soft snoring grew louder.

“bam,” you said softly, your hand on his bare shoulder gently shaking him awake. “bam.”

“hmmm,” he only groaned in response, the sound muffled as he buried his face deeper into the pillow. “if you’re pranking me fuck off.”

“if i was i wouldn’t wake you up, you ass,” you argued, shoving him gently. “scoot over.”

“why?” he asked, but did as you said, rolling over to the other side of the bed and making space for you to crawl in next to him.

you felt bad for waking him up, knowing that he couldn’t have been asleep long considering he was still awake when you went to bed, and still drinking at that.

“i had a bad dream,” you admitted, and if you weren’t so drunk you might have been embarrassed. but right now you didn’t care.

“so why are you in my bed?” he asked, but wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side anyway, letting you rest your head on his chest.

“i just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“why wouldn’t i be okay?” he hadn’t bothered to open his eyes until now, and looked down at your curled up in his arms, your fingers playing with his heartagram necklace without realizing it.

“because you died.”

“what do you mean i died?” he asked.

“in the dream,” you clarified, shifting uncomfortably as the images of the nightmare replayed in your head. you weren’t sure why this had you so shaken, but you were going to blame the alcohol, and hope that it could at least do you a favour and make you forget all of this when you woke up in the morning.

“it was just a dream,” bam assured you, his hand rubbing your side under the fabric of your t shirt. you moved slightly so you could look at him, holding the sides of his face gently with your hands.

“promise me you won’t die?” you said, and he laughed at the seriousness of your tone. “i mean it!” you insisted, and he rolled his eyes over dramatically.

“yes, ok - i promise i won’t die.”

“thank you.”

“yeah, do me a favour and remind me not to let you drink tequila anymore.”

you smiled, leaning up and kissing him softly on the cheek before laying back down, your head resting on his collarbone.

“deal.”

he was quiet for a moment, and you thought he might be asleep when he spoke again.

“hey,” he mumbled.

“hmm?” you hummed, already half asleep again, but you lifted your head to look up at him anyway.

your eyes widened as he pressed a kiss to your lips, softer than you would have expected from him.

“i’m not goin’ anywhere.” he squeezed you tightly, making you laugh as he loosened his grip so you could breathe.

“good,” you smiled, kissing him again, a little longer this time.

“you’re really drunk, aren’t you?”