Your P.O.V
I shoot up out of my bed, out of breath. I was having those nightmares again. Although, was it a nightmare?
The only thing bad in it was me reliving that moment with Sean.
Other than that, it was a nice memory of Luke.
Maybe this dream meant something. Maybe that's why I can't confirm what I feel for Sean.
Maybe I'm scared he'll do something like that again, but he was drunk, and Sean doesn't drink. I think that was the first and last time he had a drink, And God knows what people put in that drink, it wasn't just alcohol anyways.
Maybe I really do like Mark, more than I think I do.
Or maybe......
Maybe I'm not over Luke yet. Maybe what he did to me hurt me more than I'm letting on.
Shit.
I checked my watch, 7:35am. Pretty early. I got up out of bed and headed to the kitchen, to meet mark sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee.
"Good morning." He murmured tiredly.
"Good morning." I replied.
"What has you up so early?" He asked politely.
"I had a b-...Dream." I answered, flicking on the kettle to make myself some coffee. "What about you? Why are you up this early?"
"I get up this early anyways. Plus, I don't like hanging around here, I feel like I'm in your and Jack's way. You probably have your own stuff to do, and I have mine. I want to respect your privacy." He explained, taking another sip if his coffee.
"Oh. Okay." I sighed. I was slightly disappointed. I sat down with my cup of coffee and thought in the awkward silence.
I remember the day after that party. It was a whole day of crying in my room and Sean ringing my phone. My father told me that if I didn't stop crying he'd shut me up himself. So I buried myself under the covers, just listening to my phone ring. Sean eventually gave up ringing and snook into my house. He apologised...a lot. We got very emotional, and when Sean finally left I started crying again...bit too loudly...I don't want to think about what happened after that...
"Sarah?" Mark said, snapping me out of my awful trance.
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay?" He asked in a concerned tone.
"I'm fine." I lied, feeling the tears well up inside me.
Honestly, I wanted to get back into bed, and cuddle and cry with Sean.
Sean's P.O.V
My groggy eyes slowly opened. I looked to the clock on the bedside locker, 8:24am. I heard the bang of cupboards and laughing coming from the kitchen. I got up and ready and entered it to find (Y/N) and Mark laughing.
I couldn't help but feel jealous. I didn't want her to like Mark. I didn't want Mark to be here. I don't like him.
(Y/N) turned around to look at me, giving me her gorgeous smile. I couldn't help but smile back.
"Good morning." She said sweetly, tying her lilac hair into a very bun before she buttered her toast.
"Good morning (Y/N). Good morning Mark." I chimed, going to make myself toast. Mark didn't reply, didn't even smile or look at me. I don't like the guy, but I still be polite. He doesn't have to be so rude.
"You know, its rude to not answer people." I confronted him, he turned to look at me, with a face of shock/ "fuck you."
"Good morning.." His deep voice growled as I took a seat beside (Y/N).