Stand.

Cold Hard Slap

It was seven in the evening. Louis was fast asleep beside me as I stared out the London skyline from the window, still in bed. I had a hundred missed calls and a million messages from my roommate and a few from my last fling, his name I can't even bother recollecting. I send a short message to Claire saying that I'm not dead, but other than that I've shut the world out completely. This was unbelievable, and it would be gone soon. I could not bother with the world outside and the eventuality in bought with it, right now.

I pulled the covers higher as I turned to face the ceiling. What was I doing? I'm lying in bed with someone I have no business even being in the same room as. I should be at home, on my bed, texting or reading a book. I was not even supposed to be in London last night, I wasn't supposed to be in the big apartment, in his comfortable bed, beside this beautiful man. And tomorrow that's exactly what it will be like again. This realisation suddenly hit my like a cold hard slap. After everything, tomorrow it'll be just me back in my old life again. The urge to run before he woke up suddenly invaded every cell of my body. I was thinking about where my dress was.

 Suddenly I heard a sigh as I turned to see what happened. Louis was smiling, but after an inspection was completely asleep. Despite myself I broke into a smile. I've never seen a more beautiful smile in my life. I looked up again and sighed in frustration. I was fucked. Gently I moved his hand from my stomach off so I could get out of bed.

My chapters are divided according to the essence it carries and I like it to have a bang on last sentence, so most of them are different in length and body. I hope this doesn't bother anyone. I hope you're enjoying this so far, because I'm enjoying writing this a lot. ~SlothDragon