in my head

Chapter 13

I needed to get him home, so I looked back down the corridor and saw Zendaya.

"Hey...um do you mind helping me. It's Timothee. I need to get him home" I didn't want to bother her.

"Of course where is he?"

I took her into the bathroom and she let out a laugh. We both grabbed one of his arms and supported him up. I'd never seen him like this before.

"I'll get a taxi" I said realising Timothee drove us here.

"No you won't. I'll drive you both. I haven't drank anything and I'm ready to leave anyway" she looked relieved actually.

"Are you sure?" I felt guilty for ruining her night.

"Yes" she smiled.

We managed to somehow get Timothee in he back seat of the car. He was still unconscious.

"Where am I taking you" she asked.

"Oh uh back to mine"

I gave her directions and soon enough we were outside my building. She helped me get him onto my couch and I thanked her too many times.

"I'll give you my number incase you need help with anything" she smiled.

"Yeah sure" I couldn't believe I was getting her number.

Zendaya left and I went to grab a drink of water.

Timothee began groaning. I got a blanket from my room and went over to the couch to put it over him. I was about to go collapse on my bed when Timothee grabbed my arm.

"W-wait" Timothee slurred.

I sat down next to him.

"D you n-know how much I-I like you"

"Timothee you're drunk. Just go to sleep"

And with that he was passed out once again. I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up to the noise of the tv. I was confused for a minute but then I remembered last night.

I changed into an oversized hoodie and shorts, then opened my door to see Timothee lying on the couch. He looked tired and hungover but still just as perfect.

"Hey" I smiled.

"Hey" He sat up concern and guilt in his eyes.

"Want some coffee?"

"Uh yeah sure" he replied.

"I'm sorry about last night" he looked away.

"Honestly Timothee it's fine. No harm done" I smiled. "So do you remember anything from last night" I questioned.

"No not really" but he was unconvincing.

"Actually I should probably go" he got up, brushed his hand through his hair and went towards the door. He smiled at, was about to say something but instead left.

What the hell was that. I stood they're for a while trying to understand what just happened. The rest of the day was slow and boring, I wish I was one of those people that could just sleep whenever but my brain never shuts off.

I laid on my stomach watching Euphoria fully immersed in the show. A knock at my door pulled me back into reality which sent a tsunami wave of sadness into me.

I didn't feel like getting up. The thought alone made me feel weak.

"Lucie, it's me" Timothee shouted from behind the door.

I sprang up practically running to the door. My level of excitement made me hate myself but what could I do. But before opening the door I remembered how he left without saying anything.

"Hey" I said not smiling or looking at him.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure"

He came in and went immediately to the couch. I could tell he was nervous.

"I'm sorry...about before" he couldn't keep still or maintain eye contact.

Annoyingly I couldn't help but smile at how awkward and nervous he was.

"It's fine"

"No it's not. I was just mad at myself for how I acted last night. I promised you I'd be with you the whole night and I wasn't" he trailed off.

"Timothee look at me" grabbing his hand.

He peered up at me with his beautiful green eyes.

"I'm not upset about last night" I wanted to asks him why he drank so much and what was bothering him before we even go to the party but I decided to leave it.

He pulled me into his arms and I slouched into him.

"What are you watching?"

"Euphoria"

"I've never seen it"

I looked up at him in shock.

"Are you kidding?" My face dropped.

"No I never got round to watching it"

"Ok well we're watching it from the start. You need to see how amazing this show is"

We watched three episodes and then decided it was enough for one night because I could spend the entire night binging the whole thing.

"So what did you think"

"Can't believe I never watched this sooner. The cinematography, the soundtrack, everything is insane" I loved that he spoke with so much passion and care. I could listen to him talk for hours about anything.

"I knew you'd love it"

It was late now, almost midnight, and I was so tired.

"I should probably go and let you get some sleep" a warm sleepy smile on his face.

"You can stay if you want"

"You sure because I don't mind it's not far to my place"

"No honestly, stay"

He nodded and laid back down. I had a pretty big couch, even I would sometimes sleep on it.

I headed to my room to grab the spare blanket I'd stuffed in the top of my wardrobe.

"Hey Timothee. Can you come help me with this" I shouted.

He entered my room.

"I can't reach this" struggling to get the blanket.

He made it look so easy, simply sweeping it from the top shelf. I noticed him looking around my room hitting me that he'd never seen in here before.

My room was different from the rest of my apartment. I had posters, books, pictures, plants, candles. It was me.

"This is different, to every other room" I could tell he didn't expect my room to look like this, but a smile grew, creeping at the corners of his mouth.

"Uh yeah I guess" pulling at my hair.

He studied the posters on my wall along with all the quotes and landed his eyes on one that seemed to intrigue him.

"Perks of being a wallflower, right?"

"Yeah it's my favourite book" I said.

I went over and laid on my bed, my eyes were heavy and before I knew it, I'd drifted of to sleep.