Mine (N.H)

6. End Up Here

End Up Here - 5 Seconds of Summer
"I'm pretty sure that we're halfway there
And when I wake up next to you I wonder how
How did we end up here?"

ANNABELLE

Sleep. We are always taught that sleep is a periodic state during which the consciousness of the world is suspended. As teenagers we always knew that sleep was a drug, bed was the dealer and the alarm was the police. Ha! Sleep was my lover, my opiate and oblivion. It's a strange place where anything can happen, from the best experiences to the most dreadful ones.

I was wound up in a white cocoon made by my sheet, woken up to a stimulus I could no longer figure out and then threw the sheets aside. I run my hand through my messy bed hair and yawn, spread my hands all apart and withdraw them back to rub my sore eyes.

Cold wind blow around me, enveloping me into its frigid arms. I quickly wrap the thick blanket around me, my face being the only part of my body, uncovered. I take a quick glance at the room.

"Aaaahh.. Fuck" I scream at the top of my voice. My heart was erratically thumping in my chest at the sight.

"What is it?" Michael woke up confusedly, rubbing his eyes.

"Did I sleep with you?" I uttered in shock. I didn't remember anything. Tell me this is false. I pinched myself once again to check whether it was reality. And it was! I popped in my head to see what was I wearing. Thank goodness! I was in a warm pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

"Yes! We shared the night" he grinned.

"What?" I scream followed by blinking a few times. "You mean WE did IT?"

"Did what?" He got up and looked at me confusingly.

"Did it, did that, what everyone does on bed"

"What? Sleep right? We did sleep toget-"

"Ugh! Sex, you idiot" I cut him off.

At this he pushes me down and climbs up into me.

"What are you do-"

He cuts me with a hot kiss. To my horror, I responded to it. His breath was hot against my skin, burning down a layer of goosebumps. He continues down towards my neck and kisses my lips once more.

"You're extremely beautiful" he mumbles, which in turn tickle my temples.

"You play dirty, Michael" I spit.

"Yes babe!"

I nudge him and he pulls away from me. It suddenly struck me, what I was supposed to be asking.

"Tell me now, what happened last night?" I ask like a lost puppy.

"Seriously, you don't remember anything? I wonder how did you even get a medical degree?" He jokes.

"Will you tell me?"

"Okay, I hope you remember Isabelle throwing a party last night? Because it was your 'first day' of your 'first job'"

"Yes. I remember till where we exchanged comments on each other and you kissed me"

"Oh yeah, our 'first kiss'. How everything was 'first'"

"After that?" I crossed my arms and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Okay. So we both drank a lot, like a lot. And Omg, your dance moves made me drool over along with that mini dress of yours.. Wow!"