Bright light hit my face.
Did I forget to close the shutter?
Revelation made its way through my brain. I wasn't home. Opening my eyes, I found myself in a big bed with a thin black blanket covering my naked body. I turned around to face a boy with messy brown hair lying next to me. Naked. Right. Louis.
I grinned to myself. My head didn't hurt but I actually didn't expect it. That was the good thing about not drinking that much; you remembered everything and your head didn't ache.
Glancing around, I tried to readjust myself. The small and quite messy room was lit by the sun shining in. The desk I heard being opened yesterday sat in the corner on the right side of the door which wasn't even closed. There were a lot of books on the desk. And small items that just made the mess appear like someone dumped everything of no use in this room. I couldn't identify half of the stuff.
What time is it? I wondered if Louis possessed an alarm clock. Every normal person did.
A quiet cough interrupted my thoughts. Louis shifted in his sleep and turned around on his other side, facing away from me.
Sighing, I got up. I intended to take the blanket with me but Louis had a firm grip on it. Praying that he was still sound asleep, I got up, completely naked. I left the bed without making any noises and looked around for my underwear. I found my panties on a stack of DVDs and quickly put them on. My dress laid at the foot of the bed. I tiptoed around the room, trying to find my bra. It just was nowhere to be found.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and concentrated on last night. I remembered Louis throwing my bra somewhere into the room... and my pants flying in the same direction. The stack of DVDs. I made my way back to it but couldn't find my bra anywhere. Confidently, I decided to not leave without a bra on. I kept glancing around but the room being a mess didn't help me find anything.
That's when I noticed that the stack of DVDs, which turned out to be video games, wasn't neatly arranged. It looked like a few have fallen off behind the stack. What is it about boys and video games?
I peeked behind the stack and found more video games that pushed the stack so it wasn't neat anymore. On top of it - thank god! - was my bra. Without hesitance, I put it on, pulling my dress over my head as well.
I quietly quit the room and closed the door behind me. Next step: finding the bathroom. There is no way I could leave without peeing first.
The first door I tried led to a storage room. I considered taking a chocolate bar before deciding against it. It just didn't feel right.
The next door actually led to a nice - and surprisingly clean - bathroom. The toilet lid was open, of course. I quickly got rid of the sultry feeling and flushed the toilet, leaving it exactly as it was. I made my way over to the sink, washed my hands and looked up to face myself in the mirror. The living nightmare stared back. I had more mascara on my cheeks than on my eyelashes and my make-up was slightly rubbed off, showing white spots of my unpurified skin. Yieks.
I grabbed a bit of toilet paper and cleaned my cheeks, rubbing off the mascara and most of my make-up. Now I only looked white and tired. There was nothing to be done about it now, I didn't have anything to cover it up with me.
I left the bathroom just as quietly and made my way towards the front door, passing a clock. 8:37am. It was still pretty early but I planned on leaving anyway.
I usually didn't hook up - all the time. Just sometimes. But when I did, I clearly didn't want the guy to ask for my number so I often left before he got a chance to do so. I'm mean, I know. Most guys hitting on girls in a club didn't want to find the one for the rest of their life anyway.
I pulled my fingers through my hair a few times before giving up. I just had to hope that I wouldn't meet anyone I knew before I got home.
With one last glance, I left the small apartment and made my way out of the building. A loud honk resound from the street around the corner on the left side. Not exactly sure where I was, I decided to follow the noise.
My feet carried me to my destination and I watched as a bus approached. I hurried up to catch it, knowing where it would take me, and got in with a few other people. The driver didn't pay us any attention. Had to be my lucky day, I thought.
I finally found my sense of direction again and got up a few minutes later, just two streets away from home. Mentally cussing myself, I remembered that I didn't take my keys with me, so I just rang the doorbell.
"Come in, Zo," my sister, Phoebe, said, leaving the door open before turning around to go back into her room. "Mom and dad left half an hour ago. Don't know where they are," she added after a few seconds.
I didn't care to answer. Checking my breath, I noticed that I really needed to brush my teeth.
I took my time in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, my hair and taking a shower, before applying make-up again.
By the time I left the bathroom, it was already 10:39am.
I could either take a nap now or prepare the project for my class before Theresa came over.
My inner battle was interrupted when the door rang. "Phoebe!" I yelled. "Open the damn door."
Without another word, I went into my room. I should call Lisa.
"Zo! It's for you. Come out," the tedious voice of my sister said, leaving no space for an argument.
I sighed but left the room. I gave my sister a dirty look but she just shrugged and left me standing there, facing ... Louis?
He was about to say something when I asked "How the hell do you know where I live?"
He grinned. "You forgot your purse," he answered, swinging the little black thing in his right hand. I rolled my eyes. Of course. I threw it away the moment I entered his flat and didn't think about it this morning because there was only money and my ID in it. Ugh.
"Well, thank you for bringing it over. Is there anything else I could do for you?" I asked politely.
His flickered behind me to the closed door of my sister's room. A few excuses as to why he had to leave now ran through my head when he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him. My hands flew to his chest to stop me from losing my balance. Before I could say anything, I felt his soft lips on mine. My eyes were left open, looking at his closed eyelids.
I pulled away slightly only for him to move his lips to my earlobe. "We should repeat last night," he whispered, his hot breath fanning over my neck. His lips met mine again, his teeth stroking my bottom lip and I immediately opened my mouth.
Suddenly aware of where we were standing, I put my arms around his neck, turned us around and pushed him backwards into my room, closing the door behind me.
Louis fell backwards onto my bed, taking me with him, my legs on either side of his waist.
His hands moved to the hem of my top, pulling it over my head. He let his hands run up and down my back, rubbing big circles on my skin.
My lips travelled down his jaw and his neck to the neckline of his red shirt. Red was a color that really suited him. Shifting my weight fully to my legs, I let my left hand slip under his shirt, feeling the toned muscles. My right hand fought with his belt, again. I heard Louis giggle underneath me, making me smile in return.
Just when I had opened the belt, the doorbell rang again. My eyes flickered to the alarm clock on my nightstand. 10:54am. Theresa. Way too early, like usually.
"Zo! It's Tessa!" my sister shouted. My eyes met Louis'. He got up, smiling but looking defeated.
"I think we need to continue this some other time," he whispered, placing a light kiss on my lips before getting up and putting his belt back in place. "And you should get dressed again," he added, winking.
I laughed and quickly pulled my top back over my head right before the door flew open.
Theresa entered, looking confused. "Uhm... Hi. I'm Tessa," she finally managed to say before the silence grew too awkward.
"Hey, I'm Louis," Louis answered, giving her a winning smile before turning around and adding "See you soon, Zoey." He nodded at my sister, who looked like she knew exactly what was just going on, before he left. I heard the door click after him.
"So... is this your boyfriend?" Theresa asked. Most of our friends called her Tess or Tessa but I enjoyed making fun of her and always referred to her as Theresa just because she hated it.
"Nope," I simply replied.
"Do I even want to know? Let me guess... no," she said with a little sparkle in her eyes.
Theresa is my best friend, besides Lisa. But she is the total opposite of us; straight A student and the perfect daughter.
I thought about her words. My last relationship didn't go well. Ever since back then, I went to a club, like, once a month and hooked up with some random guy. I was tired of this but finding the right guy isn't as easy as it seems.
My thoughts flickered back to Louis.
With a pang in my heart I realized that I didn't have his number. It all depended on him and whether he would come back. Friends with benefits, that's what I needed right now. Gain back some dignity and move on, I thought.
Smiling to myself, I focused back on Theresa and let things happen as fate willed.
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