Oliver groaned as he rubbed his eyes and winced a little at the light pouring into the windows. his head is pounding and the last thing he remembers was getting to their hotel room Saturday night. making out a lot before going out to have a romantic dinner and drinking. A lot of drinking. Oliver moved his hand over to find Taron. “baby…” he said in the softest possible tone he could and yet that was still too loud of his own ears. “fuck…” he very slow sat up and rubbed his face. “Taron…T…” Oliver gently but still firm shook Taron hoping that he was the only one that was extremely drunk. however by the look of the piles of clothes thrown around the room he was guessing that was not the case.Â
Oliver took a deep breath and turned his head to look at his boyfriend. even completely out of it Taron managed to be the cutest person Oliver had ever laid eyes on. Oliver very carefully leaned over and gently kissed Taron’s cheek “baby, i need you wake up so i know you are alive my love.” he chuckled softly and continued to kiss Taron’s cheek and jawline. his eyes moved towards the door when he heard a knock. Oliver moved as fast as he could, opening the door to greet a bellboy who had in his hands a vase with beautiful flowers and a note from the hotel. “gracias” Oliver put the vase down on the table before he took the note to read. “Congratulations newlyweds!” Oliver furrowed his eyebrows, confused at the note. “who the fuck got…holy shit! Taron, wake up!” @tar-egerton
