Protecting Natalie. (DISCONTINUED 2016)

Chapter 4: The reason why.

EMERGENCY A/N: wattpad got fucked up and messed up the chapters so instead of going to chapter 2 it went straight to chapter 4. So skip this then come back to it after chapter 3

What is love? Love is when one person knows all of your secrets. Your deepest, darkest, most dreadful secrets of which no one else in the world knows. . . And yet in the end, that one person does not think any less of you, even if the rest of the world does ~ anonymous

Sunday. To some, a day of worship, to others a day of rest and for me - today - a day of dread.
I wake up, hazily, in an unfamiliar room with a pounding headache.
I sit up in the bed, hastily and almost instantly regret it.

"Ouch" I say rubbing my forehead and temples, remembering that, I have a massive migraine.

I look down at the baby blue sheets, that had cute little clouds on it , that I was comfortably wrapped in and a number of questions explode in my head.
Whose room am I in?
Where am I? And worse of all.
What the hell happened last night?

"How are you liking your hangover?" Says a familiar voice coming from the en suite opposite the bed. The voice was dripping with heavy irony. I automatically know who's voice it was and whose room I was in.

The man behind the voice walks out from the bathroom with a towel around his hips, leaving his chest bare and wet. "I didn't mean to wake you, I just needed to take a shower."

Water was dripping from his hair onto his washboard abs, sometimes I wonder how is this guy is not already a abercrombie and fitch model. I licked my dry lips, ugh, tastes like vomit, exactly how I thought it would. I pull a face and wretch but nothing comes out.

"You threw up a lot last night so I doubt any fluids are left in your body" Kai says walking over to me and handing me a glass of water then sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Whose bed is this?" I ask patting the soft duvet.

"Mine." He says "Don't worry I slept in the guest room." He reassures, seeing the look on my face.

"So, do you have an explanation as to why I have a hangover right now?" I ask even though I knew it was my fault. I just wanted someone to blame and at the moment I feel like interrogating him.

"Well, it's not my fault, I went to take a dump for five minutes and by the time I got back you were dancing with your top off on top of Kada's coffee table totally intoxicated ."

"I WAS WHAT?,OH you should of been there!" I point out " I told you not to leave my side."

"It's not my fault that my bladder was about explode!" he retorts. " I knew I shouldn't of had that dodgy burrito" he says regretfully.

"I don't even know what I had to drink"
I mumble half to myself and half to Kai.

"According to Matthew,you only had one shot of vodka" he answers, his towel was soaking the sheets. "Man, you really are a light weight."

"All I remember was-" I stop. All I remember was talking to Nat and him upsetting me again and then me having a sip of something light and poof. Nothing else.

"All you remembered was. . ." Kai says urging me to continue.

"It doesn't matter now" I quickly dismiss "Did you... touch me?"

He shifts his hazel eyes away from my plain old goldish-blue eyes and bites his lip.
My suspicion rises "Well, did you?" I ask impatiently, raising my eyebrows.

"Well. . .not exact-" I cut him off by hitting his arm.

"You did! I knew I should've never trusted you!" I jump up on my knees on his bed.
I realize that I was still wearing last nights clothes which was now stained with alcohol and throw up.