What I Never Knew I Needed

Ch. 23 - I See You

I See You - MISSIO

"I see you when you're down, And depressed, just a mess. I see you when you cry, When you're shy, When you want to die."

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Y/N's POV - DAY 3 in LA

I woke up with a start as I heard my alarm start going off. Damn, it was early. I haven't seen the inside of 5am in many moons.

I reach over to the night stand to turn the alarm off and check my phone. 5:30am on the dot. I groan as I wake up and stretch in bed, extending my limbs as far as they will possibly go. Feeling 10 percent more refreshed, I sit up and swing my legs to the side to stand and stretch a bit more before making my way to the guest restroom.

After I used the toilet, I went to brush my hair. Upon not being able to find my damn hairbrush for a couple minutes, I realized I left it in Lizzie's restroom the last time I took a shower in there. Groaning at my forgetfulness, I started to make my way to her bedroom, hoping she was probably awake by now so I could grab my brush.

When I got there, I noticed that the door to her bedroom was still shut. I raised my hand to knock, but stopped when I heard her voice coming through the door. Thinking she somehow knew I was on the other side and she was trying to talk to me, I pressed my right ear to the door to listen better and understand what she was saying. I didn't want to just barge in if she didn't want me to.

However, my eyes widened in shock when I heard what I heard.

Lizzie was a moaning, whimpering mess. Was she...? No, she wouldn't be doing that with me right down the hall, right? Was she dreaming? That option was more likely. I was about to turn away because that junk was none of my business, until I heard a very breathy "Oh, God, Y/N. Please don't stop," through the door.

Holy. Mother. Fucking. Shit.

I turned to leave as fast as I could, but, in true Y/N clumsy fashion, I stumbled over my own feet and hit my head on the door, stubbing my pinky toe on the door frame in the process. I fell over in complete pain and embarrassment.

Groaning loudly, I held on to my foot and said a string of explicit words that was definitely too loud. So much for being discreet. I tried to crawl away so that Lizzie wouldn't see me in this state, but I was too late.

"Y/N?" I heard Lizzie groggily say through the door and soon after her door flung open as she looked down at me, trying to find the source of all the commotion.

That would be me.

"Heyyyyyy, Liz." I said in my best fake nonchalant voice.

"What the hell happened to you?" She said, face slightly flushed as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

Okay, so she was dreaming then. And she was dreaming about me... I don't know how I'm supposed to handle this information.

"Oh, I came over to get my hairbrush out of your bathroom, but I figured you were still sleeping, so I turned to leave. But, when I turned to leave, I hit my head on the door and stubbed my toe on the door frame." I said, slightly cringing at my own clumsiness.

She chuckled slightly and replied "Okay, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just great. Never better." I said half sarcastically, still gripping onto my foot and laying on her floor. "Sorry if I woke you."

"No, actually it's fine. I was about to oversleep anyway so It's actually good that I woke up." She said with a giggle. Then she noticed the absurdity of the situation. How I was cradling my foot in my hand still laying on the floor and she was towering above me. "Here, let me help you up."