Day 28- lazy days - jegulus
Regulus rolls over in his bed, groaning at the bright light and burying his face into his pillow. Hie head was pounding, every little noise echoing in his head and beating on his brain. His mouth was unbearably dry and there was an odd stale taste coating his teeth and tongue.
He feels awful, never wants to drink again and is going to kick his brother in the face for encouraging him last night. He presses his hands over his ears, trying to drown out some of the noise and then jumps when a hand rests gently on his shoulder,
“Hey Reg,” James whispers, sitting on the edge of the bed and pushing Regulus’ shoulder slightly to get him to turn back over, “I got you some water,”
Regulus lifts his head up, squinting as he peers at James who was just as drunk if not more so last night but now appears to be fine, “That’s not fair, you drank more than me,” Regulus mumbles, pulling himself up with a long drawn out groan as his muscles pull and ache.
“Can you please shut the blinds,” Regulus takes the large glass of water and closes his eyes again, bringing the cup to his lips and chugging the water, barely even washing away the staleness. He can hear James moving and the slow lowering of his blinds which seems to be unnecessarily loud and opens his eyes again slowly, placing the now empty cup on the bedside table and thanking James quietly.
“Do you want some painkillers?” James asks, keeping his voice soft as he comes back over, placing a kiss on the top of Regulus' head and grinning at him like he finds this whole situation hilarious.
“Please,” Regulus pleads, massaging his temples as he tries not to be sick. James grabs the glass and leaves the room, returning moments later with something to aid Regulus. He swallows them with a grimace, and then flops down into James’ lap, closing his eyes as James scratches his scalp and runs his hand through his hair.
“I’m never drinking again,” Regulus mumbles, his body limp and curled up as small as possible in James’ lap, James laughs and twirls the ends of Regulus’ hair, looking and smelling so unbelievably perfect that Regulus feels like he doesn’t deserve him.
“You had fun though, yeah?” James’ voice is loving and Regulus wishes he wasn’t feeling so awful right now. He hums lowly in response and thinks back to the events of the night before.
“I don’t want to see Sirius right now, I might throw up on him just from the memory of how much he got me to drink,” Regulus closes his eyes and tries to dissolve into James’ body, wanting them to be closer than physically possible.
“That’s okay, we’ll just have a lazy day today,” James is so kind that it makes Regulus feel guilty, and sick like this is something that he doesn’t deserve, something he isn’t worthy of, something he needs to apologise for receiving. “We can watch films and eat junk and rot away in here all day, it’ll be perfect.”
Regulus fights back tears, propping himself up on his elbows to kiss James deeply.