Cristiano's Craving

Ten

Rose

The next morning, I opened my eyes to the dimly light room that was only brightened by the sunlight managing to shine through the blocking curtain.

The aching pain in my skull was like a balloon under the bones being inflated and pressure mounting. I yawned, clicking my back a little as I stretched under the thick duvet.

I groaned softly, rubbing my eyes. I wrapped myself under the duvet, nausea adding to my headache. My stomach lurched and churned.

Drinking was a bad idea

My throat felt like sandpaper and when I coughed, a rough feeling was left in my throat. My eyes struggled to cope with the light.

I exhaled, dragging myself out of bed as my bare feet touched the cold ground.

Damn, I forgot to turn on the radiators

My body felt so heavy that it was a wonder how I was standing. My head spun and I rubbed my forehead, sighing once more to myself.

Walking into the bathroom, I went straight to the sink, turning in the tap and splashing cold water on my face, waking myself up. It felt refreshing.

I dried my face with a towel before picking up my toothbrush and getting ready for the day.

An hour later, I walked downstairs to see the guys all lounging in the living room, watching TV.

"Ah!" Jordan said, a large grin on his face. "Sleeping beauty is awake." I rolled my eyes, still in pain. I came closer, my eyes going over to Cris who was too busy scrolling on his iPhone.

"What time is it?" I asked, curiously, my eyes glimpsing outside.

"Almost 12. . .are you gonna make us breakfast?" Dax asked hopefully, his eyes looking over at me.

I shook my head, picking up my bag that was on the floor not too far away from one of the couches. "No, I'm going out."

"Where to?" Cristiano's deep voice questioned, his head snapping up and his eyes directly looking into mine. I licked my lips, tensing up a little.

Clearing my throat, I responded whilst pulling a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Not that it's any of your business; to see a friend."

"I'm surprised you had any," he said, making Jordan snort and snigger a little. I rolled my eyes, giving them my best sarcastic look.

"Yeah, funny coming from someone who's fluent in bullshit," I retorted, giving him a fake smile as I swung m bag over my shoulder.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

"I wish you would act like my egg," I said, my eyes giving him a sardonic look. "And just like, bleed out of here. . .yeah, minus the cramping."

"Anyway," I exhaled, giving him an insincere smile. I lifted up my high waisted jeans. "I'm leaving so, make your own food but don't burn the house down. I'd hate to toss you guys into a fire."

I turned, going straight to the shoe rack and putting on some white Converses. I then slipped on the coat, sorted out my bag and left the loft.

Leaving the house, I walked down the stairs and noticed Jacob walking to the gym.

"Morning - I mean, afternoon," I greeted with a kind smile. He cleared his throat, looking up at noticing me. He gave me a small smile and walked into the gym, shutting the door loudly behind him.

What's his problem?

I decided not to overreact and sighed, leaving the building.

To get to my destination, I read the piece of paper in my pocket with a scribbled address. I realised I knew the area and decided to take public transport using the bus. I'd get there in around half an hour.