Splintered Hearts

Careless whisper.

I grumbled in my slumber as I felt sleep slowly leaving my body, I physically wasn't ready to wake up yet but mentally something has triggered me to come back...

My gaze met the opposite pillow, empty and still in its position from not having been used, yawning I shifted my eyes down to the bottom of the bed and almost screamed seeing Zak stood there, motionless.

"What are you doing?" I whispered looking down to him, wondering if he was sleep walking. I could see the glisten in his eyes as he stared at me. From the dark clothes and room his face looked pale and white.

"Zak.. What are you doing? It's 3am." I whispered glancing at the clock.

He didn't respond making me prop myself up on my arm. "Why are you back so early?" I asked scratching my head and removing the hair tie I had left in. Pulling it over my wrist I left it there and massaged my scalp.

"Look if you wanna get in bed and sleep then get in. If not.. Then get out and shut the door on your way." I sighed.

I was still pissed at him from the retreat, but I was desperate to fall back to sleep and I understood he struggled to sleep. When he didn't attempt to move I sat up losing my patience.

"Dude what the fuck do you even want?" I snapped.

His eyes didn't move from me making me agitated and annoyed. They gave away nothing in this stupid light!

I reached across and flicked on the lamp before spinning around to give him a piece of my mind when I was met with an empty room. I froze and waited for some source of movement, convinced he was being an idiot, I crawled to the end of the bed expecting to find him curled up like some dog but I was met with an empty floor.

Then I looked at the mattress and wondered if he had got under the bed in an attempt to scare me.

"I'm not playing, if you want to break the ice. Be a man and speak to me properly." I huffed sitting myself back against the headboard and folding my arms.

A few seconds turned into minutes.. and I was soon looking at 4am.

He has fell asleep... Under my damn bed.

"You're an asshole." I spoke out loud hoping he'd wake up and maybe hit his head on the bedframe, the idea gave me a little pleasure at his misfortune.

However when I didn't get a response I hung my head over the side of the bed and saw nothing but my case.

"Okay Houdini.." I flipped my head up and looked at the bedroom door which was still locked from the inside which left the bathroom. I got out of bed and grabbed my glass of water with the idea of throwing it over him when I saw him and traipsed across the room. Pulling the cord the light came on to a bathroom and a hideous looking reflection of myself.

"Jesus! No wonder you are single girl." I spoke trying to control the bedhead hair. Looking behind the door, I placed the glass down at the basin and shook my head.

"Dreaming about your boss... Seriously?" I asked myself as I put the faucet on, placing my hands in the cold water I took a moment to enjoy it before throwing it over my face. Picking up a towel I patted my face dry and left the bathroom to climb back into bed.

"You are like some love sick teenager.. Only he is an asshole and you hate him." I grumbled to myself. Settling between the pillows I dozed off again.

* * * * *

My eyelids peeled back at 7am from the loud banging and the sudden volume of voices. Pulling the pillow over my head I held it down in a hope that Aaron would just go to bed when the voices turned into an argument making me stop my groaning and listen.