Saviour. 》 g.d.

26; Stupid?

Shailene's POV

I woke up with a terrible headache, laying in between my two best friends, in my own bed.

My eyes were glued together with makeup and sleep, so I had some issues blinking my eyes open. The sun's beams were fighting it's way through my shutters. The room was gloomy, but I could tell it was already past midday.

I sat up in my bed, and I could feel my bed hair sticking up in all directions, the hairspray making it even worse. I wasn't even going to try and comb all the knots in my hair; I was just going to use the entire conditioner bottle in the shower. 

As I was climbing out of the bed, ready to go about my day and sit out this hangover, images and conversations from the night before started to flood my mind... and they hit me like a tsunami, all at once.

I froze at the edge of the mattress, and put my head in my hands. 'Oh, fuck..' I cursed under my breath. I sat there for a few seconds, trying to process it all and feeling the regret and shame growing with every passing moment.

Eventually I got up, grabbed my robe off the hanger on my door, and disappeared into my bathroom. I sighed as I caught sight of myself, and threw my bathrobe over the edge of my bathtub. I rubbed my eyes, as my mascara was already heavily smudged anyway.

I got rid of my makeup, then undressed and got under the running water. Not too hot, to prevent nausea. 

I washed my whole entire body, profoundly, getting rid of all of the traces from last night. I washed my hair, making sure to condition it well and getting all the knots out. Lastly, I scrubbed my face... Then I turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower cabin. I felt a bit dizzy, so I opened the slide door, which led to my balcony, to let some of the steam out and to get some fresh air in here.

I put on some underwear, then walked onto my balcony as I dried my hair with my towel. I leaned over the railing, not so much enjoying the bright light but loving the sun on my face. 

I stood there for a few minutes, then went back inside to get dressed and mentally prepare to face the other people in this house.

I just chose some black tennis shorts and a tank top over it, rubbed my hair some more and then hung up my towel over the balcony railing. As I passed the mirror, I paused and inspected my skin. It was dry and a little spotty, so I decided to dab some light concealer on it, here and there.

Then, I took a deep breath and glanced over at my friends, who were still asleep, before leaving my room to go into the kitchen. 

Most of the bedroom doors were closed in the hallway, and the living room was empty. I walked into the open plan kitchen and whipped up a bowl of yoghurt and granola, and some fresh blueberries. 

I laid down on the couch and put on the TV. How I Met Your Mother was playing, so I left it on as I ate my breakfast. 

Approximately 10 minutes passed, when I heard the front door shut and some soft, male voices echoing in the hallway. My heart started to beat faster as I heard the footsteps near, knowing it was the twins. I could sense their energy. The whole house had felt different, now that they were staying in it. 

They set foot in the living room, and Grayson and I's eyes met first and kept contact for a few seconds before he continued to walk across the room and enter onto the balcony. 

Ethan stopped in the kitchen to make food, and none of us said anything. That was the worst of all. 

I grabbed the TV remote and lowered the volume awkwardly, placing my empty bowl on the coffee table. I stood up, silently, and crossed the room to follow Grayson out onto the balcony. He was sat down there, looking down at his phone but gazed up at me as soon as he heard footsteps.