The Fanfiction Writer (Completed)

Chapter Thirteen: Wake Up

Chapter Thirteen: Wake up

**Lilah's POV**

When I wake up my head is throbbing and my fingers feel tingly. It's the feeling I get when I just have to write and get everything out of my system. I haven't updated any of my fanfictions in a while so I guess it's only right to get back on track. My followers are waiting.

With a groan, I reach over blindly in the dark for my laptop I keep on the desk beside my bed. My fingers skim something smooth but when I don't touch the familiar keys of my laptop, my muddled mind becomes alert.

I sit up and look around me. I finally realize that I'm not in my own bed. In fact, I'm not even in my own dorm room. My room doesn't smell like sweat and aftershave. And it most definitely doesn't have bare walls except for a couple posters of skinny models. God, even looking at the 2-D paper of the strippers make my head hurt.

My head really hurts. It's like a constant pounding and ringing in my ears. Pinching the bridge of my nose does nothing to help and I settle for rubbing my temples. When I feel slightly more controlled, I try to figure out where I am exactly.

Party. Drinking. Boys. Dancing. Drinking. Zayn. Drinking. Party. Thomas. Dancing. Drinking. Liam. Drinking. Drinking. Drinking.

Damn I drank a lot.

A small giggle escapes past my lips and my hand flies to my mouth, my eyes widening at my own sound. Beside me someone moves.

I feel the color drain from my face. I'm still clothed but I don't remember ever switching my own clothes for a large black t-shirt and boxer shorts. I don't remember much of anything actually and every time I try to think back my head pounds harder.

Someone beside me stirs again and I tentatively reach my hand out. The room is close to pitch black which would explain why I hadn't seen the person before. I put my hand on the blanket and press down, making contact with whoever is under the covers.

They groan as I push again. "Hello?" I say quietly. "Anyone there?" I repeatedly poke at the body.

The blankets move around and in a flash are pulled down. Thomas. His curly hair has flattened a bit from being slept on and there's eye crust in the corners of his eyes. He doesn't seem to notice as he squints up at me.

"You mind, Lilah?" He mutters.

"Mind? Thomas, what am I doing here?!" I feel shock coloring my cheeks pink as I think about the possible actions that took place. Surely I hadn't done anything I wouldn't normally want to do with Thomas. "We didn't..," I trail off. How do I not feel awkward about this conversation?

Thomas covers his eyes with his arm. "No. Of course not Lilah. I'm not like that," he says and instantly I feel guilty for doubting his self character.

I play with the bottom of the black t-shirt. It's bigger than me so that if I were to bring my knees to my chest, it would easily cover down to my ankles. If nothing happened between Thomas and I then why am I wearing his clothes?

"But I am when I'm drunk. I'm a terrible drinker. I shouldn't have ever taken that first cup. I knew this would happen," I say. My head keeps pounding away and the words just spill from my lips.

Thomas grins and chuckles before lowering down his arm. "Look Lilah, you're a terrible drinker. You and I both know that, and I swear to you when I say this, but nothing happened between us. Sure there were a couple kisses-"

"Kisses?!" I blurt out. A new burn fills my face and I'm thankful for the dark room. I don't need Thomas to see the kind of reaction he got out of me. Especially if I don't understand them.

"Lighten up Lilah, it's not like we haven't kissed before," Thomas says annoyed.

"Yeah but those are stage kisses. Acting is a totally different world. You know that." I roll my eyes at him even though he can't see it.

"Yeah," Thomas says almost thoughtfully. "Stage kisses." The way he says it confuses me a bit. He sounds a bit sad. "High school really was great. All the hot girls." And there is the normal Thomas that I know.

I shift on the bed. Too uncomfortable to lay back down beside him, but too comfortable to get up and leave the room. I pull out a string at the bottom of the shirt as a silence stretches between us. After a few moments, I think he's fallen asleep.

"You can lay back down you know," Thomas says quietly. Nope, he wasn't asleep.

"I don't know if that's the best idea."

"Really? What do you think went on between us?!" Thomas snaps harshly and I almost bolt out of the room, but he sighs loudly. "Sorry, didn't mean to snap. I'm just...tired."

There's something here that I'm not getting. Even if I wasn't currently highly intoxicated, I doubt I'd be able to figure it out. As an actor Thomas has the ability to train his emotions. As do I. And that's exactly what I have to do right now. Train my emotions.

"I'm exhausted." I lay back down beside him, fully aware of the minuscule space between us. Play it cool Lilah.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asks quietly.

"Nope." There's maybe a few faint hints but nothing I can really remember. "How drunk did I get?"

"Pretty damn drunk." I can hear the smile on his face. "You were dancing on the beer pong tables when I came and got you. You kept yelling 'the world is spinning toward destruction! The world is spinning toward destruction!'" Thomas chuckles and I can't help but join in. I have no recollection of doing that but it sounds like something I'd do when drunk.

"And then when I got you off the table after a million attempts, you started crying uncontrollably about how you're an idiot and how you should have-" Thomas breaks off.

I frown, waiting for him to continue. When he doesn't even start an attempt to finish his sentence, I say, "How I should have what?"

"I forgot," Thomas mutters. A lie. He just lied to me.

"Thomas, just tell me please."

"I don't remember."

"Thomas."

"Look Lilah, I was drunk off my ass. I can't remember what you said," he says stubbornly.

I lay beside him quietly listening to our breathing. I don't feel like pushing him for any information. My headache would just increase painfully and I am not up for dealing with that.

I sigh. Thomas isn't going to tell me

"Thomas, I trust you...you know that right?" I let my eyes shut. Exhaustion is hitting me hard now.

Thomas breathes out heavily. "I know," he says in almost a whisper.

I curl the blankets around me and allow myself to drift off. I'll find the boys in a couple hours. Right now the only thing I want is sleep.

**A/N** Sorry for really slow updates on this fanfiction. I wanted to write more for this chapter but had to post at least something. I'll post more a different day!