hung-up and hungover

                                    

                                          
Sirius' PoV 
I don't remember really how I got here, but 
It was an uncomfortable way to wake up.
Scrunched up on the sofa. with James. Trying to share this extremely small blanket, that was actually my leather jacket someone had tucked up underneath my chin.
I sat up, which was a mistake.
My head throbs.
Ugh. 
I pressed the heels of my palms into my eyes and watched the lighting dance behind my eyes. As I tried to recall the events of last night.
There were blury memories that I couldn't tell if I had dreamed or had actually happened.
James yawned and rubbed his eyes. "My head is killing me mate," he said as he sat up slowly. "Same," I said massaging my temples. 
"Hey padfoot, what's that?" Asked James with a smirk. 
"What?" I asked groggily, trying to concentrate on the words James was saying, as well as piecing the party together. James just smirked at me and winked, running his hands through his messy hair.
I shoved him and stood up a little too fast, making my head spin. Walked to the bathroom and examined myself in the mirror, noticing a faint residue of lip gloss on my upper lip, it tasted like strawberry.
Who the hell had I been kissing?
                          
When I got out of the shower, I dressed in a jumper I had gotten from Euphemia for Christmas. 
And for a moment, I forgot she wasn't really my mum.
                          
Mars' PoV 
When I got home I vigorously brushed my teeth, wiped my mouth and gargled mouthwash. I stared at myself in the mirror and asked myself how I had let this happen, I couldn't let myself get hung up on this.
I glared at myself as I couldn't help but recall what had happened at the party.
                          
I came inside around 11:45 to look for my book. Marlene was no where to be found and I breathed a small sigh of relief. The last thing I needed was for her to see me in Sirius' jacket. He saw me from across the room and made his was towards me.
"Hey Mars," he said, his speech slured slightly, his left hand clutching a drink.
that didn't take long, I thought to myself.
"Hey Sirius," I said tentatively.
"You know," he said, clumsily leaning against the wall, "I really like, I like." he leaned closer and lowered his voice a little, pointing at me.
"Hey Sirius?" I interrupted him, my stomach clenching. My heart said let him finish, my brain said he's drunk.
"Yeah?" He askes, looking at me. I can see his eyes trying to focus on me.
"Have you seen my book?"
he looks at me blankly.
"The one with a red cover?" I ask again.
He smiled a little, "I'll help you look." He said straightening up.
                          
Around 11:57 we ended up in Sirius' room. I carefully checked around his dirty clothes, behind the rubish bin, and the stacks of his school books.
It was nowhere to be found. 
Somewhere in the house a clock chimed midnight. 
The shouts of "Happy New Year!" Could be heard from where I was.
I sighed and turned to walk out of the room, only for Sirius to grab me by the arm and spin me around to face him, and with the last chime of midnight, kiss me.
His breath tasted like firewiskey. 
His hand tangled in my hair, a fistful of his shirt in my hand.
He pulled back, breathing heavily. 
His eyes searched my face for a moment.
"happy new year, Mars," he said, lips inches from mine. Then he kissed me lightly this time, and left without another word.
I don't know how long I stood there in the doorway, but eventually I moved. 
The living room was empty, all except for Sirius who was fast asleep on the couch. 
I looked down at the jacket I was wearing, then took it off and crossed the room. 
I tucked it gently around him, then stood to leave.
"Don't worry," said a voice. "I won't tell," said James, leaning against the doorway.
I looked at him with pure panic. 
"Tell him what?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"That you like him," he said with a sly smirk.
"I don't."
He laughed. "You do."
"No I don't," I insisted, my voice had dropped to a petrified whisper.
"Its okay, he likes you too."
"He said that?" I asked nervously.
"he doesn't have to." 
I stared at Sirius, asleep on the couch.
"I like him." I said almost inaudibly, not looking at James.
"I know," he whispered back, his smile softer. "I won't tell anyone else either, he said pointing at my rumpled shirt and hair.
"...oh, no...we... no..." I stuttered. "It was just a kiss."
"I know," he said.
I turned to go.
"Happy New Year, Mars," he said.
"Happy New Year, James."