Scripted | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner

T w e n t y - S e v e n

I hope you all like this song— I've discovered some more throughout the time lol

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Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep
Who's waking up to drive you home when you're drunk and all alone
Who's gonna walk you through the dar side of the morning
It ain't me

It Ain't Me - Kygo ft. Selena Gomez

Nick Jonas's view

(7:32 AM Tuesday)

     The morning sun was hot and blaring on my skin as I fought my subconscious to wake up. There was a bright day ahead of me; full of blaming, taunting, and especially making a certain someone's life more miserable than it already once was.

     Great; the curtains were open. It was either I forgot to close them, or someone was in here and they opened them. I wasn't too sure, but I'm not going to let my paranoia get the best of me. 

     Last night's events weren't rolling in my mind, and that was all thanks to the pills I took. A certain someone— Kendall— should be glad that I don't remember them and start reminiscing in her face, but I'm still going to confront her, no doubt.

     I was going to reach for my phone, but I realized I didn't have it anymore. God, why do I even care, anyway? I never checked it— and now that my phone's already gone, I usually had someone at the door if a text was needed to be sent.

     Gosh, this sucks...

     I groggily got out of bed, swinging my leg over the edge of the bed, realizing that I was still in my previous evening trousers. And my belt was still on.

     Drunk me still doesn't care about comfort.

     Trust me, out of all the other things I want my drunk self to care about, it was getting back in bed after a long night in comfortable grey sweatpants and at least a shower. If not a shower, some cleansing water.

     I do smell terrible.

     I grabbed a towel and some new sweatpants before heading into the bathroom. I stripped and turned on the hot water, the towel around my waist. 

     After that, I waited, staring at myself in the mirror. I look terrible; why does my scruff look so masculine and just... awful? I'm supposed to look like a superstar, not some homeless tramp.

     I grabbed the razor, swiping my over-grown hair out of my eyes before grabbing the shaving cream off the counter. I sprayed some water on my face before squirting out a bit of the cream onto my palms.

     I made sure the cream was nice and spread before I started to shave. The water was still on, but living in this house for the last 7 years really let me know that the water wasn't exactly as hot as I wanted.

      I rinsed my face off and dabbed my face with a spare towel before unwrapping the towel and draping it over the cloth hanger. I stepped into the shower.