𝐒𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Chapter fifty

Willa POV

I checked the time and it was past two in the morning, this made my heart race. Why wasn't he home yet ? I couldn't sleep knowing he was somewhere that I didn't know.

Peeling myself from my duvet covers I wiped my tired eyes; truthfully I couldn't sleep well because of the baby but it also was because of Evan not being next to me like he usually is. I missed him.

Grabbing my phone I swallowed, he told me not to call him but I felt like I had no choice. It was so late and I was worried about him; what sort of fiancé would I be if I didn't ?

Pulling my blonde hair up into a bun I trudged over to the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. I had bags under my eyes and my face was red from crying; I looked an utter mess.

"Where the fuck are you Evan" I mumbled to myself, feeling my fists clench from the anger coursing through me. I was due to have our baby soon and he was making me feel like this, what was going on?

Clicking his name on my phone I waited for him to pick up, the ringing in my ears feeling like eternity. "Come on Evan"
Though he never answered, not after the first, second or third time. He also wasn't responding to my texts.

A single tear rolled down my face adding to my already puffed and blushed complexion. I never felt so ugly before. I stared into the mirror again- my reflection almost haunting me. This wasn't me.

Evan POV

Light burst from the window which made me flinch, the sun quite literally burning through my sockets. Unwilling I opened my eyes and rubbed my head in pain; my hangover headache was very apparent. It felt like bricks were sitting on top of my head.

"Ahh morning sleepyhead" an unfamiliar voice sounded from next to me. Quickly I sat up staring around the room which also was unfamiliar, where was I ?

"W-what? Where am I ?" I croaked with my morning voice. Shit what happened last night.

"Oh relax. You're in my apartment- more specifically my bedroom" The voice deadpanned.

My eyes then met with hazel; hazel eyes which I didn't know and that belonged to a woman I didn't recognise. "What the fuck!" I exclaimed, scampering away from her and collecting the duvet in my hand which whipped it off her body.

"Shit put some clothes on!" I cried, not knowing why I was in some strangers bed.

"What the fuck dude.. never seen a lady in her underwear before ?" She shot back rudely, running a hand through her multicoloured hair.

"What happened, why am I here.."

"So... you got drunk. I asked you to come round-

I stood up abruptly, pacing the bedroom whilst gripping my hair. "No. Don't tell me that I slept with you"

"Relax.. seriously. You passed out when you got to mine. Rather annoying if you ask me because the make out sessions were hot" The girl gushed.

"My name is Layla. If you didn't remember pretty boy" Layla continued, lighting up a cigarette and taking a puff. "And you're Evan Peters. You fucked up last night if you're getting married"