Celebrity love

Chapter 5

My eyes slowly open to a pounding head ache. They opened to a room. A room that was not my room. I quickly sat up in shock but regretted it instantly when it caused a massive pain in my head. When it slowly went away I looked around the room. It looked like mine but bigger and more expensive.

Where the hell was I? Oh no, did I hook up with a random guy? I looked under the blanket and saw that my underwear was still on. I let out a breath of relief. But then I realised that my dress was off. Who did that? I looked around again and that was when I saw the pill and glass of water on the bedside table. There was a note next to it.

Drink up -E

E? Who is E? My mind runs through who the fuck E could be when it finally clicked. Emilio. I groaned and rubbed my head. I took the pill and swallowed it with water. My mind tries to run through the events of last night. I remember our encounter next the the bathrooms and Alyssa leaving me but that was about it.

I get out of the bed and travel to his wardrobe. I picked out a large black t shirt. When I say large I mean on me, on him it would be normal. I put it on and slowly walk out the door and into the main area where the living room and kitchen appeared to be.

In the kitchen there were 2 people. Emilio was outside the kitchen and leaning on the bench, writing on paper and there was another guy. He had dusty blonde hair and a sharp clean jaw from where I was. He was in the kitchen also leaning on the bench opposite Emilio.

I made my presence known by coughing. They both looked at me and the blonde guy smiled at the sight. Whereas Emilio's eyes widened and he started walking over to me.

"Well hello there." The blonde guy yells out and smiles. Emilio put his hand on my back and guides me back in the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked him.

"No, you didn't. I just don't want my friend to see you with nothing but my shirt on." He explains with a slight smile.

"Oh." I slightly blush and push some of my hair behind my ear.

"It looks hot on you, by the way. I should give you more." He smiles down at me and I smile back.

"Did we... do anything last night?" I ask. He laughs at the question.

"No, we didn't." He confirms and I let out a breath of relief. I can never trust drunk me, she's the devil. "Do you feel alright?" He asks me.

"No I feel like I'm in hell." I groan. And I do, the headache still hasn't gone away.

"With as much as you had, I'm surprised you didn't get alcohol poisoning." He laughs. I want to laugh too but it'd cause too much pain.

"Who is that out there?" I fidget with the end of the t shirt.

"My friend, Adrian. Don't listen to anything he says, he's a prick." But he said it with a smile so I know he's just joking... a bit. Emilio sighed and cupped my face with his hand. "I'm sorry for being a dick." He apologised. I softly smile at him but take his hand away from my face. His own face dropped a bit.

"If we are to see more of each other... then I don't want to go fast, I want to take it slow." I explain. He cocks up his left eyebrow in question.

"When you say slow... what does that mean to you?" He asks.

"It means that we can't kiss until we've known each other for at least a week and slow down on the... other stuff." I look away from him when I say the last bit.

"Easy, we've known each other for 4 days already." Wow, 4 days already.

"Great, now can I please get something to eat?" I ask. Emilio starts rummaging around in his wardrobe and pulls out some grey tracksuit pants. My face drops. It was massive. He noticed my expression and started laughing.