Perfectly Imperfect || C. Diggory

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 || 𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞

I groaned, stretching my legs, when I woke up. A soft wind blew threw my window, sending a shiver up my spine. The birds chirped a happy song, as if saying good morning to me. The sun shone light on to the wooden floors of my bedroom. It was good to be home.

I took a sip of the room temperature water that had been sitting on my nightstand for over twenty-four hours, even still, it was refreshing. Rubbing my eyes, I stood up, and walked to my bathroom.

We lived in a bungalow, so Kayla and I shared a bathroom. It wasn't too problematic, besides the fact she always managed to take out more toothpaste than needed, resulting with excess toothpaste congealing around the lid. The odd time she would take some of my hair clips, or curling iron without asking, but it was never too bad.

I grimaced, getting the feeling that blood was pooling in my underwear. "Shit." I mumbled, sitting down on the toilet, quickly sliding a tampon into myself to stop the flow. I sighed, and washed my face in front of the mirror, cringing at the redness in my skin.

My lower back slowly began to ache, along with a migraine that had formed. My stomach was just killing me, so after I had fully freshened up, I climbed right back into bed, wishing I could be enjoying myself in the great outdoors.

My mum had left to work already, and Kayla still had two days until her sleep-away camp started, so she kindly brought me breakfast in bed. I was surprised that at eleven she could make meals. I assumed she was forced to learn, because when John was over, there was no way he was going to make anything.

"Thanks, Kay. Any owls this morning? I haven't checked." I asked her as she tapped her fingers on the door frame. It had been three days since summer began, and there was nothing from Steve, or the girls yet. Not that they had to send me a letter, I just missed them already.

"Nope, nothing. I'll let you know if one shows up." She smiled. "Need anything else? I'm bored out of my mind, so I'll do anything." I chuckled, and pondered for a moment. No, I wouldn't make her run down to the cafe at the end of the street, and buy me something, but she could make me something.

"Actually, yeah. You can make coffee, right? I take mine ten ounces, strong, two cream, two sugar." I informed. Kayla nodded, and closed the door behind her. "Thanks!"

I plugged my headphones into my stereo, and closed my eyes, letting the music sweep me away from life. I smiled, listening to Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles. Something about that song made my insides bubble with happiness. I was pulled out of my imagination, by a knocking at the door. At first, I thought it was on my bedroom door, but then realized it was coming from the front of the house.

"Hey, Kayla? Can you get the door?" I called, still very immobile. The medicine I took hadn't kicked in yet. She shouted back a yes, and I heard a faint voice speaking to her. Sighing, I put my headphones back on, hoping she would handle it. Surely, a kidnapper wouldn't knock on the door. She'd be fine.

A few more minutes passed, and I had fallen back into my daydreams, listening to the upbeat songs on the stereo. My eyes opened again, due to knocking, and this time I was sure it was on my door.

"Come in!" I exclaimed, taking my headphones off. "Oh my god, Cedric!" I climbed out of bed, as quickly as possible, and pulled him into a rib-breaking hug. I immediately regretted it, for my stomach lurched, and I had to get back into the sheets.

"Hi, darling, what's wrong? You look sick." He asked, dropping his bags on the ground, next to my dresser, and climbed into bed with me, wincing at the pain. He still had a few bruises and cuts, but for the most part, he was healing really quickly.

"Oh, you don't want to hear about it, seriously." I muttered, putting a mint in my mouth, not wanting him to smell my coffee breath. His brows knitted together as he took my hand and kissed it.