Prinxiety

                                    

                                          
Sorry I've not been writing many fanfics recently, I had my bday a month ago, I've been doing sixth form stuff, plus tryna decide if i should find a job as well as keeping up with other fandoms. On top of all that, I've been doing research of different publishers for authors and editors. Long story short, I've been busy but hopefully my writing has improved. 
                          
But I'm back and I'll try to keep up a steady routine! 
                          
Virgil's pov 
                          
Ugh why do I have to be the sober one of the group when everyone else EVERYONE ELSE is getting hammered? I want to get drunk but No, no one cares about that. 
                          
"Is literally everyone getting drunk?" I ask. 
                          
"Well, I'm not having a little bit of wine so a little tipsy." Janus says this all while he trips over a chair, smashing his glass of red wine in his hand and he immediately starts bailing as well as laughing his head off. How those two things interlock into one emotion, I'll never know. It just does for Janus. I roll my eyes at him, looking away to watch Logan and even Patton getting a tad bit drunk, but the romantic cringy type of drunks. They're trying to feed each other but they keep missing each other's mouths. I gag, turning around when suddenly arms are wrapped around my stomach, pressing their cheek into my back which sets my heart on fire. 
                          
"Give me a cuddle, Virgy!" R-ROMAN?! My face blushes a bright red as I stutter out, 
                          
"Roman? Are you -" 
                          
"In wuvvvvvv with youuuu," 
                          
"What?! No no." I panic and he rests his head in the crook of my neck, his breath stinks of Alcohol and I look away from his gaze, it's only the booze talking. He doesn't actually- 
                          
"Virrrrgeeeee." He starts clinging to my torso and I blush even more, turning around swiftly but he keeps his grip around me, almost falling down but I catch him in my arms, trying to hide my blush from his eyes. "Pleaseeeeeee I really really really really Really want a cuddle." And then he suddenly starts crying, sobbing into my chest and I wrap my arms around him with wide eyes. What do I do?! He's literally crying because he thinks I won't cuddle him, I mean I would. I totally would but he'd never remember it, I'd kinda want him too. "Please cuddle me, virgil!" 
                          
"Fine, fine." 
                          
"YAY!" Like a child in a candy shop. Next thing I know is he's dragging me to the sofa and he throws me onto it and once I'm slightly comfortable and I mean just turning over into my back and he sits ON TOP OF ME which sets my heart and face on fire. Before I can register the feelings swirling inside me, he falls onto my chest (feelings? Too many right now) and he wraps his arms around my torso, I freeze up because this is physical interaction. And I might be touch starved? No clue really but I guess that's not really important. Roman lifts his head up, looking into my eyes as I look down at him. "Why aren't you hugging me back?" 
                          
"No, no, no, no! Don't cry!" I quickly wrap my arms around him once again, making sure I haven't hurt his feelings. He smiles, not an overdramatic smile or a dorky giddy one, a real one. As if he isn't really drunk. He lays his head on my chest again, beginning to snooze and I lay my head back on the sofa arm, smiling at myself as Remus and Janus start wrestling. I don't even care if they get hurt right now, I'm living my dream. Ugh, that's so weird to think and I don't think I like the fact I thought it but oh well. I wonder if he'll remember this when we wake up. 
                          
When I do wake up at the break of dawn, Roman is not on my lap anymore. Or rather, chest. He wasn't on my lap, he was on my whole body but y'know. I sit up, feeling a twinge of panic in my heart. 
                          
"Ro-" my question is soon answered when I hear him throwing up in the closest bathroom. Ah, yes. The hangover part now. Sounds to me he's got it pretty bad too. He really won't remember anything from last night. I stand up, walking towards the horrendous noise and smell, finding Roman on the ground, panting heavily, sweat practically dripping from his face. Pale as can be. He looks up at me. "And this is why you shouldn't drink so heavily." 
                          
"Sorry, I didn't even drink that much but my head is killing me." He groans, rubbing it as if it'll help. 
                          
"It's okay, just don't let Patton see you like this, he'll put you first before himself." 
                          
"I won't. Hey, can you help?" He asks. 
                          
"Like you have to ask." I step in, flushing the toilet for him and I help him to his feet. "Ugh, you stink, please brush your teeth." I complain openly. 
                          
"Sorry." He chuckles weakly. I help him over to the sink, getting his tooth brush, basically acting like his carer. I even put toothpaste on his toothbrush! He thanks me, brushing his teeth. I walk out, sorting the sofa out to make a bed, with comforters and cushions and I even bring out a drink of water all for Roman. I wish he had remembered. Especially if it meant something to me but I can't change that so I should leave it. "Hey, Virge?" 
                          
"Yeah?" I turn around and he's leaning on the door frame of the bathroom. What's he thinking? 
                          
"Sorry." 
                          
"For what?" Having fun? 
                          
"For being needy and clingy last night." And this is the part where my heart physically stops. 
                          
"Erm what?" 
                          
"About last night? Me forcing you to-" 
                          
"Yeah, yeah! I remember, and it's nothing. You weren't clingy or anything." 
                          
"Actually I remember how I behaved so I know that's a lie, do not spare my feelings Virgil." He generally looks upset and disappointed in himself! I don't want that! 
                          
"Wait wait wait wait, Roman!" I walk in front of him, trying not to gag from the smell from the bathroom but I grab a hold of his shoulders. "No, it's not like that! It's nothing like that actually! I was gonna cuddle you even if you didn't throw a tantrum! You were drunk!" I step back, sighing, dropping my shoulders, crossing my arms over my chest. "You weren't thinking straight. Don't worry about it." 
                          
"It still wasn't appropriate." 
                          
"Hey! Did you like it!" I will do anything to stop him now, he's just hurting his own feelings.
                          
"What? The cuddle?" 
                          
"Yeah!" 
                          
"Well, yeah I did, it was comfy and it was the first time I had slept properly in a while." I was comfy? Somehow I don't believe that. 
                          
"Well I did too," I spoke. "I slept well. Now, go get some water, you need it." I turn around, before he spots my blushing cheeks. I head towards my room to grab my headphones, expecting nothing. But then his arms are wrapped around my stomach again. I stop walking. I stop thinking. Only feeling the thumping of my chest. 
                          
"Give me a cuddle, Virge....please?" His voice shakes a little with his breath. He squeezes me a little tighter and I smirk slightly, laying my hands on his, leaning my head back to be beside his. 
                          
"Of course."