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Chapter Eighteen: Waffles(mature)

The aroma of butter plus the bright sunlight coming from the blinds woke me up from my deep slumber. My head hurts like a bitch and my throat felt so dry like a cactus was planted on it. Just to sum it up, I feel like shit, probably smell like one too.

I squinted my eyes a few times, trying to adjust myself from all the brightness that was coming from the huge windows. I sat up groggily, not sure what happened to me last night.

I swear to god my head was throbbing like my brain is about to explode, my hands were shaking and the tips of my fingers and toes were numb. I cant also feel my leg and my neck hurts.

Did I die?

I so badly regret drinking too much. I will never again in my life abuse the power of alcohol.

I sat up, leaning my head against the head board of my bed..it felt different. I looked at my headboard and saw that it was made of dark varnished wood, I dont remember buying a new bed, my headboard was white and soft and smelt like my perfume.

I looked around the walls and it was in a very light shade of gray, I didnt remember repainting my walls, last time I checked it was plain white.

The windows were also huge and it has curtains not blinds like the ones in my room. The furnitures were also dark wood.

After a few moments of thinking, I realized that I wasnt in my room.

No shit, Sherlock!

"Fucking hell!" I gasped, I looked under the bed to see if my slippers were there, they were pink and made out of fur and fluffy. It wasn't there.

I stood up only to see a full length mirror standing across me.

My eyes widened, I was wearing a plain white shirt that was not my size, it looks like its owned by man and also by the smell of the room it also smelled like it was owned by a man.

Is this Calum's room? Where am I?

I immediately opened the door and skipped thru the halls, I know I've been in this place before I just too disoriented at the moment to even fucking remember.

I walked my way down the stairs, this isnt such a big house after all.

Did Calum forgot to tell me that he doesnt live with his family anymore or am I..

"Good morning, Miss Beck" a familiar voice exclaimed,

"Mr. Hemmings how did you-"

"Can't remember last night?" He asked.

Am I in his house?

"Am I in your house? How did I get here?" I exclaimed in disbelief.

He nodded, "This is best discussed as we eat breakfast, I am sure that you're not feeling well."

I feel like I'm about to throw up.

He walked towards me, gripping on my waist and smiling, he was wearing a white v-neck shirt similar to what I was wearing and his sweat pants.

We walked our way to the kitchen almost hand in hand, I didnt know why I wished that he would intertwine our fingers like he did that day. Maybe Im still drunk and hallucinating things.

"I hope you eat waffles and sausages." He muttered, "My maid's in her day off so I just whipped up food that I can cook."

I looked at him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" He asks leaning on the counter, our face was just inches from each other.

I looked away, "I wasnt." I defended as seated myself on the bar stool.