Prey [ h.s ] (on hold)

Chapter 8

I wake up to the feeling of staring, it feels like I've taken a long nap. I slowly managed to open my eyelids as I felt the light slightly burning my eyes. I could see a male figure sitting next to me through my blurry vision.

Once I start to see clearly, I'm greeted by the curly headed lad looking down at me. I could barely look at his face, I could only stare at his messy curls falling across his shoulders and chest.

"Morning." He starts, a bit of sarcasm in his voice I see. The sun hit my face uncomfortably, causing me to squint my eyes at the sight.

"God, I'm still here." I sigh, pinching my eyes shut. I felt extremely tired even though I did sleep for a while. I rub my temple, feeling a headache beginning to built.

"Sooner or later your brother's coming to get you, you've just got to be patient." He states. To be honest I'm not even listening to him, my headache is becoming stronger and I don't know why.

"What are you looking at? How long did I slept for?" I wondered. I felt like I was being a bit rude to him, firstly because I'm not a morning person and second of all I'm very grumpy when I'm sick.

"I'm not sure, for a couple of hours." He replied looking towards the giant window in front of us, staring at the view. "Don't you have 'sleeping problems' eh?"

He sounds like he's mocking me, why? Only because I took a proper nap for once?

"Did you hear any of the shit I talked to you about yesterday or? Because I spoke to you about that and yes, I do have sleeping problems." I answered sitting down on the couch, fixing my messy, now knotted hair.

"But you fell asleep before I even went to the office." He added, laughing out. Because this is hilarious isn't it? He needs to improve on his reaction to certain things...

"No shit Sherlock... I don't know why I fell asleep, I guess the couch is comfy? I didn't have shit to do either so what else did you want me to do?" I feel my grumpiness taking over me.

He finally turns his head to me, dragging his eyes towards me. "What's up with you and waking up? You don't need to be so grumpy all the time, you know?" He says furrowing his eyebrows, showing a bit of seriousness this time.

"I don't know... my head hurts." I threw my head back to try to relax. I don't understand the necessity of this headache... like what the fuck? The word must be against me.

"Want some aspirin? I always keep it in my nightstand." He requests.

"Yeah, sure." I soften my voice. With a slow nod, I close my eyes trying to rest. I'm either the biggest baby or the biggest bitch when sick. I chose both today apparently.

As he moves out of the couch, I feel the smell of fresh body wash and a little bit of cologne combined. Maybe he had a shower or something, how did I not wake up is the real question.