The Other One

Chapter 9

Hey guys! HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! :D Or, ya know, Single Person Awareness Day, if you are missing a significant other like myself. :3

Aalso, today is my birthday. :] So I uploaded today as a kind of present. It is long overdue, and I apologize profusely for the super extremely long wait, but it is finally up! I hope you guys enjoy, I had to battle writer's block with this one, it was awful...

Anywho, here it is! Read, Comment, Vote, Enjoy! :D

+Cake

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Lizzie woke up to someone quietly singing I Wanna Hold Your Hand in a baritone that was still husky from sleep. She tipped her head up slightly to find the source of the sound, and her exhausted mind and mostly-closed eyes registered the fact that there was a gorgeous dark-haired man in her bed, singing to and smiling at her. She smiled sleepily back and returned her head to its comfortable position on his chest, the rest of her limbs lazily sprawled across the rest of his body. She felt his fingers drawing gentle swirls on her back and she sighed in complete satisfaction. Was there any better way to wake up?

"Morning beautiful," he murmured, pulling her up slowly so his chin was resting on the top of her head. "Did you sleep okay?" She nodded, her body switching from sleep mode to slightly awake as she leaned on his shoulder. "Sorry about last night, I didn't mean to keep you up with my, er, angry outburst." He sounded ashamed, and Lizzie squeezed his waist in reassurance.

"S'okay. Not like I was gonna get much sleep anyway, considering how drunk I was." Embarrassed, she thumped her head on his chest a couple times. "I am such an idiot," she groaned.

And then her memory returned.

Sitting upright, she bolted off the bed and started to hurriedly pull clothes on, not even caring anymore that Nathan was watching her get dressed. He'd already seen her barely clothed, so it didn't much matter if he witnessed her tugging a shirt on, in her opinion. "We need to get your car back!" She exclaimed, and from her corner of the room she heard him grumbling.

 Lizzie wondered if his sanity had left him.

She turned around to gawk at him, clothed in her underwear and a plain black t-shirt. Frowning at reclaiming his car? His baby? What was wrong with him?

She told him exactly what she was thinking. He rolled his eyes and gave a small smile.

"I know, I know. But it's Saturday. I want to sleep a little more," Lizzie couldn't help but agree that more sleep would be great. "Besides, if we rush over there without a plan, we'll most likely make asses of ourselves." Another very valid point, she grudgingly admitted to herself. "Now, if you'd just come back to bed, we will make some sort of plan up when we wake up."

"Alright, fine," she muttered, dropping the jeans hanging limply in her hand. "But you, mister, are going to keep to your side of the bed." She pointed an accusing finger at him, and he grinned wickedly, causing her stomach to flip-flop. "I mean it Nathan!"

"Ma'am, I believe you were the one who attacked me last night, not the other way around. I stopped you before you were able to rid me of my clothing." Lizzie flushed and glared at Nathan as she climbed under the covers and scooted as far away from him as possible. The nerve!

Of course, he was right, but Lizzie was still muttering to herself.

"Well... well - oh, just shut up and go to sleep," she muttered, giving up at being witty. It wasn't like she could pretend last night had never happened, so it wasn't easy to construct a scathing retort. She had definitely jumped him. Not that she'd willingly admit it out loud. "And don't try anything."