Drunk Rhys - In the morning (So not drunk anymore :D)

So I know I promised to write some thing where Rhys wakes up the night after he's drunk.

I know it's been a while but I've been a bit busy so sorrreee. ;)

Here it is:

(Rhys P.O.V.)

When I woke up in the morning, everything was a blur in my eyes. And God, I had the worst headache. 

Feyre was sitting up in bed beside me, leaning back against the headboard, observing me carefully. 

How was she even awake this early? 

"Were you watching me sleep?"

A faint blush tinged her cheeks. "Noooo! Ok, maybe - Yes."

"Look, I know I'm insanely beautiful and-" I began, sitting up but then swore at the pain that was throbbing in my head and I fell back down on the sheets. 

"Ha," Feyre said, "Serves you right, you drunk idiot."

I glared at her. "I am not drunk!"

"No you're not now," she said, "But you were."

"Stupid alcohol," I muttered, annoyed.

And Feyre - She was grinning!! 

"I bet you'd love to see all the things you did yesterday," Feyre said with a sly grin. "You'd love it." 

"What did I do?" I asked carefully.

"Oh Gosh!" She looked genuinely surprised. "Do you actually not remember?"

"No," I snarled back. Mornings are really not my thing.

Feyre had a sly grin on her face now. "Well, you tried to rip Cassian's pants off him because you didn't understand what the point of clothes were..."

I groaned while Feyre burst out laughing.

"And," her voice became softer, "You didn't let me change your top. You told me you had a wife who would not be happy."

"At least I had some sense," I muttered.

"And," she continued, her voice quiet now, "You said I was kind, and funny, and... beautiful."

"Well," I said, voice raw, "I got that part right then, didn't I?"

She looked up shyly to meet my gaze, and I stared at her intently. Honestly, how long. 

And then she ruined it by breaking free of my stare, and slapping my arm. "Get out of bed, lazy ass."

I groaned, letting my head fall back onto the pillows. "You just killed the moment. Why do you always have to ruin it?"

She smirked. "I told you not to get drunk. So you're not staying in bed all day now. Your own fault. And, I personally just want to see what everyone else does to you when you go down. They are never going to forget this."

"I hate you, Feyre," I moaned.

"Love you too," she said, chucking some clothes onto my chest and then slipping out of the room. 

I would get her back. 

I have a feeling that the real Rhys in the book would never ever tell Feyre he hated her. But oh well- lol. 

Thank you for reading and if you have any ideas for what I should do next, please comment down below. 

(Again, I am trying to remind myself that I am not a YouTuber) XD

 Bye!!

Ayesha