A date on the Eiffel Tower

Chapter five:

"What am I doing here? And why am I wearing this?" I pull at the shirt looking up at him.

"Look you probably have loads of questions but you need to drink something first." he says as he walks towards me holding out his hand. I take it as he pulls me up. He wraps his arm around my waist as I stumble around a bit before I push him back and run to hide myself under the covers.

"Tell me what's going on?" I shout as I use the duvet to cover all of me up but my head.

"Drink this first." He grabs a glass of water off a tray which is resting on the bed beside me. He holds it out as I look between him and the glass. "I'm not going to poison you or drug you okay, if I really wanted to I would have done it already."

I looked at him with a shocked and scared face. "Not that anything... no... not like that.... I um..." he looks for the right words to say as he blushes and rubs the back of his neck. "Look please can you just drink it or you might pass out again."

"What do you mean again?"

"Please." He pleads me not just with his words but his eyes tell me to trust him. "I don't want you to get a headache or something. You will feel much better afterwards." I take the glass from him and take a few sips of the cooling liquid.

"What happened to me and I want answers now?" I demand as he shifts in his seat.

"Well... um... you were running across the road and I didn't see you then I kinda hit you with my bike." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as I sit quietly waiting for the rest of the story about how I got here. "So um... you fell over and I'm not sure if you passed out or got knocked out but it looked like you passed out. Anyway, I didn't know where you lived so I bought you here."

I don't reply, not sure what to say, I'm still trying to figure out what fully happened. He sits awkwardly for a second before continuing.

"This is my apartment. I didn't know where else to take you so you came here. Nothing else happened. I just put you in here with a hot water bottle to try and warm you up."

He still hadn't answered one very important question. What the hell am I wearing? "Who's shirt is this?" I snapped at him a little ruder than anticipated. He looks taken aback at first but answers me quietly.

"Mine." he looks between my eyes as I keep a blank and expressionless face.

"What am I doing wearing your shirt and how the hell did I get into it?" his face flushes red as I ask him and he shifts around uncomfortably.

"You were gonna catch a cold and I couldn't let you be ill because of me. Also I owe you for the towel you gave me today to stop me from getting a cold."

"You changed my clothes!" I shout.

"Woah woah calm down please." He holds up his hands in a surrender position. "You were gonna catch something if I didn't. I didn't look or touch you I promise." he replies defensively. I don't know how to respond. Part of me tells me to trust him but it's hard when I barely know anything about him yet here I am sitting in his bed.

"Where did you stay?"

"Oh my god no... I stayed in the living room... I didn't stay in here if that's what you're thinking." I feel a wave of relief wash over me. That's when something else hits me. It's a Sunday, I'm meant to work on Sundays in the coffee shop.

"Wait what time is it?" I ask in a panicked tone.

"Just gone twenty to eleven why?" He questions as worry over takes me.

"Oh my god no... no no no... no." I cry getting up out of bed not caring what I'm wearing and start to look around the room for my clothes. "No no no." I repeat over and over again trying to sort myself out.

"What? What is it? Are you okay? What's going on?" His voice sounds as panicked as mine.

"I have work today. I can't miss it, that's my only means of income. No no no." I pace around the room looking for anything to wear. I can feel myself getting light headed as I take too smaller breaths to breathe properly.

"Woah relax." he says, placing his hands on my shoulders. I look up at him quickly, slightly irritated that he doesn't care about my job. "I called in this morning and they came round to check on you but not for long as they need to run the store. They said that they hope you would have recovered by next weekend but if not to call in."

The relief flooded me and my muscles relaxed. I lent forward falling into his chest. He honestly saved my life by calling into work. He wraps his arms around me in a hug causing me to hug him back. I feel safe in his arms even though I just met him.

He brought in my clothes that were still a little damp. He gave them to me with another shirt of his and some trousers which I ended up wearing anyway. I change then go and find him who is waiting in the kitchen.