It was one of these rare days that Finn had off. No interview, no photoshoot, no filmmaking reunion, no scene packs to record, absolutely nothing. And on this rare day off, he stayed home all day. He did the laundry, watched some movies, cooked, took care of his cat Poppy, really chill things he usually struggled find the time to do usually. But in the evening, Finn got a call from his older brother, Nick.

Nick proposed Finn to come with him and his friends to the club. And at first, Finn was reluctant of going there. I mean, he hadn't stepped in a nightclub since he was 18. And it was with his older brother. But after some coaxing from Nick, telling Finn that he hardly ever gone out and needed to have some fun too, Finn agreed.

But oh, how he had no idea that the night wouldn't end smoothly. At first, it was casual. He hung out with his older brother and his friends, drinking a bit, dancing, joking around... He hardly even gotten recognized by anyone in the whole night.

It was fun. But then...

Finn, after having started to lose a lot of bets with his brother, had to finish glasses after glasses in one go everytime he was losing. And chance/luck games never been his strong point. He started getting tipsy.

And while Nick and his friends walked off to the dance floor, Finn sat on a stool by the bar's counter, sipping down an another glass with half-lidded eyes and a bouncing leg. Then he met you. You were supposed to be there with your friends, you guys had all managed to get in with fake ID's proclaiming you were all 21, while you were a bunch of high-schoolers wanting some fun.

All of your friends were gone, you had only drank soda for the whole night, and now you started speaking with Finn. You recognized him, of course, being sober. But you didn't mentioned his fame or anything, having guessed he was here to loosen up.

Hours passed, and you two talked, chatted, laughed... Finn paid you drinks, you drank them, you grew tipsier and tipsier, and well... One thing led to another...

Finn brang you home with him. So now, here you were.

It was morning, and your eyes blinked open after sunlight hit your closed eyelids through the half-closed shutters, and your eyes blurrily focused on a ceiling that you didn't recognized as the grey ceiling of your messy bedroom.

Confused, you quickly reached out and tried to find your glasses, which you found scattered on the wooden floor, right besides a fluffy carpet where a grey cat (Poppy) was laid on. You tucked your glasses on, your head pounding, and looked around, your eyes squinting.

This room was clearly not yours. Not with plain white bedsheets, a wooden floor, plain white ceiling and absolutely nothing stuck to the walls. But you quickly got brang out of your observation as you felt the blanket getting tugged as if someone moved around besides you.

And when youe head turned? You saw Finn. Laid there, mouth open, curls messily falling onto his forehead, sleeping soundly right by your side.

Ah, it was just Finn. Wait... What?!