loving HER.

~ drunk ~ (4)

why was he drunk?

What could have happened to him that got him in such a state?

Why wasn't he snapping at me like he always would?

Why was he here?

Why why why?

I never asked though, I already assumed he wouldn't answer me and would just glare at me in response.

I was done with his hands and felt his gaze on me, I didn't look at him as I knew he wouldn't break eye contact.

I stared at the bruise under his eye for a good two minutes, Matt cleared his throat and I looked away. "It looks pretty bad Matthew, I think you should get it checked by a doctor." I whispered the last part, i don't wanna call him Matt cause it feels weird letting the nickname come out of my mouth.. He just rolled his eyes, sighed, got up and pushed me out of the bathroom, he locked the door and soon I heard the sound of the shower turning on.

I huffed in annoyance as I knew he would be dry and cold. He was always like that after we split. Glaring at me, never talking to me, and If he would, it would either be a word or two or him full on yelling at me. Fine, I tried to be nice Matthew, but I guess you don't want that. I thought. I took some oversized sweatpants i never wore since they were too big and a baggy shirt. I knocked on the door and handed him the clothes.

A little later the water sound stopped and a shirtless Matthew walked into my room with the sweats and the shirt was in his hand.

"I don't sleep with shirts darling" his eyes were boring holes into mine. My stomach fluttered at the word darling. But I didn't wanna show that. "You can sleep on the bed, I'm sleeping downstairs." I told him. He nodded his head, I felt like dad would come in any second but I knew he wouldn't. So, I took a blanket, pillow, my phone and charger and left the room going downstairs.

"Hun? Are you asleep?" I heard dad call from his room as I was going downstairs. "Yeah! My room was too cold so I wanna sleep here in the living room next to the fire." I told him part of the truth, my room was cold so it doesn't count as lying.. "Oh okay, please turn the kitchen lights off and make sure nothing is on or burning." He ended his sentence off with a laugh, referring to the time he made cookies and told me he wanted to sleep for a bit, I didn't hear him as I was too busy doing homework. I slept and then dad went to drink water and found the cookies burnt and smoke coming out of the oven.

Laughing at the memory, I muttered an 'okay' and went to turn the kitchen lights off. After that, I went upstairs to check if Matthew was still there or not. He was there with one of my thin blankets over him, he was on his side and the blanket only covered his back.

I really felt bad for him, and I felt like I was being a selfish person by not thinking of getting him a blanket, and also by keeping him in my very cold room that I didn't spend much time in. Shaking off those stupid and ridiculous thoughts of mine, I went downstairs to get him an actual warm and soft blanket that would keep him from catching a cold or even him feeling cold, I took the blanket I got for myself and went back upstairs to my room once again.

Once I got there I found a peaceful and cute sleeping Matthew. Messy brown waves falling on his forehead, soft snores coming out of those soft pink lips of his, his fair skin under the moonlight, his freckles and his tainted pink cheeks. The only thing i really wanted to admire, but unfortunately couldn't, was his eyes. God i love his eyes. Pretty and green.

As if he can read my mind (even though he's asleep) those pretty green eyes fluttered open, staring at me confused i try to recover from the humiliating moment that just happened to me.

I feel my face heat up and i just know my cheeks are red from embarrassment.. Matthew lifts himself to lean on my headboard and i get the opportunity to stare at the way his muscles flex, pretty.

"Creep." is probably the first thing he said to me in six months, whatever conversation we had when he was drunk doesn't count..

What?

Oh my god did i say that out loud?

"Huh?"

"You're staring at me while i sleep, then you call me pretty."

"Oh- uh, no i was just looking at the picture of my mother and i- was- you know I called her pretty." I shrugged. "You called your mom pretty while staring at me," he smirks. "Oh well Valerie it was nice staying here I'm gonna go home." Frick. My name coming out of his mouth makes me feel all jittery, stop it.

You don't want him to leave.

Shut up. Yes i do want him to leave, in fact i never wanna see his ugly face again.

Sure okay..

Stop arguing with your subconscious Valerie.

He snaps me out of my thoughts when I see him heading out from the window he came in from. "What- what're you doing don't tell me you're going out from there Matthew?" I drop the blanket from my hands, gosh I even forgot I brought it.

"What? 'Ya think i can't come out from here habibti?" He chuckles putting emphasis on come. God no he even called me habibti (darling/sweetie in arabic).

Oh yeah forgot he speaks Arabic, Matt was raised in Lebanon as his mother is Lebanese while his dad is Italian. That's so cool isn't it??

"Matthew, no. You're probably still drunk and you'll fall on your head, also, put your shirt on. I don't wanna see you half naked," Stop being harsh Valerie. "And you can be mature and leave from the front door." I scoff. He frickin' rolls his eyes, at me?? How dare you Matthew.

I lead him downstairs and get him more water, i asked if he wanted to drink some apple juice or orange juice. He said no. Of course I knew he would say no cause he doesn't like juice but i just wanted to be nice to him, you know.

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Heyy I know this chapter was kinda dry and really short, I kinda don't like it. No. I actually don't like it, we. But it's fine. Anyways I have a question for you guys! In every chapter I'll be making a question of the chapter that's gonna be fun yeah?
Okay today's question is:

What's your dream country? And why do you wanna go there?

I wanna go to Turkmenistan, I'm not from there but I lived there for a year and I would love to go back. If y'all know someone from there tag them I'd love to make friends:)

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