~Hobie POV:
The pounding in my head wakes me up. What time is it?
Reaching for the phone on my bedside table, I let out a pained groan from the strain on my head. I really need to drink more water.
Wincing from the brightness of the screen, I note the time. '10:00'.
Turning onto my back, I tuck the hoodie tight around me while reading any notifications I had received during the night.
Huh? This hoodie doesn't smell like me... Not even my washing detergent. It smells like-
"Lavender." I squeak, breathless.
This is NOT my hoodie.
It's hers.
Recalling my actions from last night, I groan into my pillow from embarrassment.
If she ever found out, she would never talk to me again.
I slip a clean band shirt over my head, trying my best not to get any of my wicks stuck.
Grabbing her hoodie, I make my way to the couch, drowsy as hell. The pain in my head had only gotten worse.
I chuck it over the back of the lounge, before trudging to the kitchen to take some pills to ease my headache.
Should probably return it to her today, I decide, swallowing two tablets with some water.
Gives me an excuse to see her, too.
Slipping my phone from the pocket of my trackpants, I open the chat between us.
'u left ya jumper at my place. can i c u today?'
Sent.
She's probably not awake yet, you wanker.
I decide to distract myself with cleaning my apartment while waiting for her response.
God, I should probably clean more often, especially if I want her to come back. Can't have her thinking I'm a slob.
Arms filled with mugs and grog bottles, I dispose of each accordingly. My eyes travel over the lounge room.
Laundry next, I decide, seeing a basket full of clean clothes shoved in behind the couch.
Huh. I swear I left my jumper here. Guess not. I huff in disappointment. I was gonna wear that today.
I finish folding each article of clothing, setting them in their rightful piles, ready to be put away.
By the time I had finished disposing of any rubbish and vacuumed the carpet, it was 11:30am.
I glance at my lock screen.
Still no response. Weird.
I do the calculations in my head. It's... 9:00am for her. Maybe she sleeps in pretty late?
Instead of setting down my phone like a normal person, I reopen our messages, contemplating sending another text.
Right below my text, in little grey writing, reads 'Read, 11:00AM.'
She left me on opened? Youch.
Before I can stop myself, I type out another text.
'if u dont wanna see mee you can just say so, no need to leave me hanging'.
Sent.
OK, fuck this. I will just go see her.
In record time, I change into fashionably torn shirt, along with a leather jacket and black jeans.
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