This story will be removed on Feb 1st to make way for new work**
"Come on then." He pushed annoyed at my silence. "Say it."
"I don't know what you mean." I fumbled playing with my fingers nervously.
"Yes you do Haven. I want you to say it. I want y...
Dreaming of lazing by a beach, sipping a cocktail whilst an Adonis build man fanned me. I was dreaming of a gentle breeze, warm sun and a dog earred paperback awaiting my attention as I basked in the ray.
I was dreaming of luscious waves and a-
What the hell is that? Is that a phone? No I don't want my phone. No. Phone disappear! Stop ringing! Stop!
My eyes opened and the dream faded fast leaving me with the shrilling ringtone deafening me.
Slamming my hand around, I grabbed hold of it and answered groggily.
"Hello?"
"I- I need your help! Come quick!" Zak spoke.
"Zak?" I questioned wondering if I was dreaming this.
"NOW! Hurry up!"
The phone went dead leaving me to pull it away and blink. Without a seconds thought, I was thrashing the duvet off me and scrabbling for my shoes and an armful of clothes. Deciding clothes would take too long, I left my room in my sleep shorts and sports bra. I pushed my feet into my shoes trying to see around the dark apartment when my eyes landed on a New York Giants football jersey.
God bless you Joe.
I snatched it up and pulled it on letting it fall over my body before grabbing my keys and purse.
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Pulling up to Zak's house, my mind had already concocted several scenarios.
1- He had done something stupid. 2- He had hurt himself. 3- Gracie was bad. 4- He had been taken ill. 5- He had killed someone at home..
That last scenario made me question my action.
Letting myself into his house, I found Gracie chewing her bone happily in her bed. Not Gracie..
"Hello?!" I called out before making my way into the kitchen. As I walked in Zak appeared from the pantry.
"Oh good you're here. I- what are you wearing?" He asked taking on my choice of outfit.
"It's 1am. I'm in PJs. What's happened?" I asked.
"That's yours?" He asked staring at the football jersey which swamped my body.
"It's Joe's shirt. What's going on?" I pushed, grabbing my hair up into a messy bun and placing my hands on my hips waiting.
"Right. Whatever. I need to get some things. I forgot some groceries, I need you to drive me."
"Right now?" I breathed in disbelief. I was woke for groceries?!
"Yes I need it."
I rubbed my eyes free from sleep "But it's 1am?"
"Are you refusing to do it?" He asked.
"N-no. But you're dressed and still up. I just.. I was asleep."
