This isn't a hangover

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Bella


Ohhw wtf dude

How can a hangover be this bad.

I slowly open my eyes to come in contact with the most bright sunlight I have experienced.

I growl internly and turn around when I bump into something

Or no

Someone

Did I

Noooo nononono you've got to be kidding

2 hands grab my waist en pull me towards them

I put my hands against the person so that I have at least a bit of personal space.

Then I look up and my eyes meet those of no one else then

Luke.

I sigh

'Wtf did you do' I say and to my own dismay sound very calm.

'I did nothing, you wanted to leave'

My eyebrows lift

'What do you mean "you left" I went dancing!' I almost yell 'If you can't even handle that, it's a normal thing to do! Asshole!' I now do yell

His eyes have turned into a shade darker and he looks once again straight through me.

I cower back a little.

'I asked you to sit next to me'

'And I sayd no! What do you expect. That every girl you command to sit next to you also does as told? NO I'm not a puppy and next to that no girl out of this universe would to that out of her own free will. I don't even fucking know you!' I say loud and sit up with my hands in my hair.

'Sorry' I hear him mumble

I laugh bitterly 'Right, I forgive you straight away' and roll my eyes.

'At least let us get to know each other'

I turn around abruptly 'You kidnapped me to GET TO KNOW ME!?' Now im raging who the fuck does he think he is. Take me away like that and then also sleep next to me while I'm here in only..

Shit

Shit shit shittertheshit

I'm only wearing my panties and a tee!

NO!

'And you also dared to change me?!!! Who do you think you are what the fuck Luke! I only spoke to you for 2 minutes! FORCED!'

'I'm going home' I tell him and stand up.

'You can't little one'

I turn around 'What do you mean, I'm not on the other side of the world?'

'Yes you are. We flew from London to Rio'

My mouth falls open.

'You're crazy' and I stand up once more to change and get out of this psycho his house. But I don't see my clothes.

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