Nights Like these

The Next Morning (5)

    The next morning I had the worst headache of my life. I brought my hand to my temple and rubbed it softly "ouch" I groaned. I heard a small knock on the door and I looked at it "come in!" I said yelling at softly as I could. Even a whisper could kill me right now. Austin came in holding pain medication and water. "I thought you might need this. You looked pretty wasted last night" he chuckled and I smiled "thanks. I really appreciate it. I appreciate all of this. I know we don't know each other that well. But I'd love to get to know you. You seem like a good person deep down." He looked at me with a light pink face "Th-thank you. Now here, I'll be in the kitchen. It's down the hall." I nodded and took the medication and water from him. I swallowed two pills and downed the whole glass. My throat felt dry and rough. I probably looked like hell. I pulled myself out of the bed softly and groaned. My legs felt like cooked spaghetti noodles. I needed to get home to my dog, and my own shower. I frowned thinking of Bear all alone. I walked to the door and opened it walking down the hall and into the kitchen were Austin was perched in a chair. I sat in one by him that had a plate of food in front of it. "You should eat that, it'll help the hangover" he said whilst smiling at me. "Thank you. You didn't have to cook for me" I said smiling sheepishly back. He chuckled, "it's no problem, I enjoy cooking" I smiled at him and took a bite of the food. My mouth instantly watered at the heavenly taste. "Oh my God, this is delicious!" I complimented his cooking as I ate more of the dish. It was the best thing I ever had the favor of dining upon. Once I finished the breakfast I stood up to wash the dishes but Austin took the plate and silverware out of my hand "What kind of host would I be if I made my guest clean?" He asked in a sincere tone. I rolled my eyes and scoffed "I can do it it's no problem at all. You've done all this for me, I feel the need to repay you." He smiled at me once more before walking over to the sink and washing the dish himself. "Would you like me to call you an Uber? Or would you rather me take you home?" I thought about it for a moment. No matter how nice he was I still didn't know his ploy. He may be out to kill me, I shouldn't let him win that easily and lead him right to my home. "Could you call an Uber please? I'm still not so sure if I trust you." I said. He nodded in understanding and booked an Uber on his phone. "It'll be here in about ten minutes." He said smiling. I smiled back, no matter how much I didn't want to trust him I found myself getting lost in his gaze. His eyes were pool's of darkness and I felt as though I was living in them. Is he really as bad as I'm pointing him out to be?

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