Wrong dorm, right person - Part 1
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Garrett Graham (off campus) X fem!reader
( Meet-cute | drunk flirting )
CW: Cussing, Garrett is drunk
Word count: 859
Setting: Your dorm
Relationship: Meet-cute
Summary: You hear knocking at the dorm room and then a loud thud, opening it you find a drunk Garrett sitting on the floor looking confused. Someone had given him the wrong dorm number and as you offer to help he states he’d rather stay with you.
A/N: not edited sorry
Stirring the steaming mug of coffee the aroma envelops you and enables your shoulders to relax for what feels like the first time in weeks. Your roommate had left for some club and told you she would only be back in the morning meaning you had the entire place to yourself.
Your hand wraps around the warm mug and head for the sofa when you hear it.
Knock.
Knock. Knock.
You freeze, head turning in the direction of the door. You weren’t expecting anyone and no voice accompanied the knocks.
“Probably some prank on the wrong door again.” You roll your eyes.
A loud thud followed making your heart jump. Quickly you rush over to the door, and swing it open. You expect to see someone standing before you but as your eyes cast downward you see the captain of Briar U hockey team sitting outside your door muttering curses at himself.
“Garrett?”
“Hm?” he lifts his head. His grin faltering as he takes in your appearance. Disheveled hair and mismatched pjs. “You’re not Lexi.”
You shake your head. “She’s one floor up.”
He lets out a dramatic groan, his head dropping with a thud against the door frame. A snort escapes you as you clamp a hand over your mouth to stop it. He chuckles, rubbing the back of his head.
“Did you just-”
“No.” You reply too quickly as you remove your hand. “Are you drunk?”
A stupid grin hits his face as he looks up at you. “Absolutely.”
He grabs the door frame and you quickly wrap a hand around his arm, feeling the muscles flex as you help him up. “Okay big guy, let’s get you to Lexi’s.”
He comes to his full height, towering over you as you give his arm a gentle squeeze and let go before taking a sip of your coffee. His eyes flicker to your lips and the cup. “Can I have some?”
Choking on the coffee, you cough and look at him with furrowed brows. “Can’t you have some at Lexi’s?”
He shakes his head vigorously. “But I’m already here.”
“And in a few minutes you’ll be there,” you counter.
He sways as he pushes his hands into his pockets and for a second you can’t help but feel concern tug at your very being. “Be nice to me. I’m drunk.”
You laugh and shake your head. “Fine, fine.” Moving to the side you let him enter the apartment. His head moves from side to side taking in the apartment in its messy glory as you head for the kitchen. “One cup and then you’re out of here, got it?”
He mock salutes before taking a seat on the sofa, dropping his head backwards and turning it to look at you. “You’re pretty.”
Ignoring the compliment you continue to make the coffee.
“I said you’re pretty,” he says louder this time.
“You’re also drunk so that doesn’t mean much.”
You take both mugs to the couch sitting on the opposite end of him before handing it to him. His eyes close momentarily as he inhales the aroma. “And you make good coffee. You might be the whole package deal.”
“Shut up,” you laugh.
His eyes brighten at your laugh. You move the hair from your face and grab the remote to put on the TV just like you originally planned to. Switching through channels you find an old movie to watch and let the silence surround the both of you.
“Where’s your roommate?” he asks.
“At some party.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you see him nod. “Why aren’t you partying?”
You shrug, shifting on the couch until you’re comfortable. “Not really my thing.”
“So you were just going to watch old movies?”
You turn your head seeing the smile on his face and offer one back. “Problem with that?” you tease.
“Not even a little,” he replies.
He sips away at his coffee as you finish yours and place the mug on the coffee table. The dorm felt too cold all of a sudden. You grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over yourself.
“Don’t hog the blanket.” He shifts closer, placing the mug down.
“We had an agreement. One cup and you’re gone.” You point a finger at him.
He shakes his head. No, you had an agreement. I did not agree.” He moves until he places his head on your lap, uncertainly you raise your hands to not touch him as he relaxes.
“What are you doing?” You frown.
He looks up at you. “I am getting ready to watch a movie with my new friend.”
Your mouth opens and closes, bobbing like a fish for a reply but nothing comes to mind. He smiles before turning his attention back to the movie. Before you can think better of it your hand moves to his hair, playing with the soft locks as you focus on the TV.
“I have to move at some point. You’re aware of that right?” you ask.
Silence.
You look back down seeing his peaceful expression and closed eyes. A sigh escapes you. “Sweet dreams.”
