His Smile

CHAPTER 31

An early update for my babies.

Enjoy!!

"Always be yourself, express yourself, have faith in yourself, do not go out and look for a successful personality and duplicate it."

Third Person's POV

Sleep had never been this amazing as it was today for Grayson. He didn't know why and how but this time, compared to all other times his body reacted differently to sleep. He could confidently say he blacked out throughout the night. He didn't hear any sound or better said he didn't hear his alarm go off as he slept. Weird! It's never been this way. How come today? Well, he could blame the person who was lying next to him, so close. His head was in the crook of their neck, arm draped around the person's waist. It didn't feel weird a bit. He could sleep like this forever.

The sunlight shines brightly through the window into the room. Steadily and slowly he pries his eyes open, the first thing his blurry eyes come in contact with is ginger hair long and messy. Mind still foggy with sleep, he manages to slowly pull away and get up into a sitting position. He rubs his eyes with his hands to clear the blurriness before turning his attention to the person beside him, or particularly the person whose head laid on his chest just a few minutes ago, intimately. His eyes rake over the body and he comes to a halt.

Pierson is supposed to be beside him, right? But Pierson doesn't have ginger hair. Pierson doesn't wear a nightie to sleep. Pierson doesn't have curves, and lastly, Pierson is a boy, with a flat chest. So why are the features of the person lying next to him like that of a female and not that of Piersons'?

Wait, what?!!

A female?!! At once, all traces of sleep vanish immediately. He brings his face closer in order to get a clear view of the face, and guess WHAT?!!

It was Ashley. He nearly lets out a cuss but doesn't because he knows that'll only wake her up. Panic seeps into his being as he tries to remember what happened.

He tries so hard to remember if something happened, if anything, but nothing at all clicks.

'So why are we in bed together?' He asks himself. Did I do something crazy yesterday? He rakes his hand through his hair as he wonders if he lost control of himself and acted funny in any way.

'What happened?' He asks himself for the thousandth time. 'Gosh, what the heck happened?' he pulls at his hair tendrils.

His heart starts to thump loudly in his chest as he thinks of what to do. He looks around the room carefully. It was his room.

Wait a minute?! Did Ashley sleepwalk in here? He starts to wonder.

Relief washes over him when he realizes she is the one in his room and not the other way around. He sighs. Maybe she mistakenly found her way into his room. Mysteriously?!!

And what was more mysterious was the fact that Pierson was nowhere in sight.

He gets down from the bed, shirtless- he mostly sleeps without a shirt on- and walks towards his door. He turned the doorknob yet the door wasn't opening and the key wasn't in its hole like it's supposed to. Why the heck his door wasn't opening, he couldn't tell.

Could it be that it's locked from outside? But how come and why?

He turns around with the intent of walking slowly towards the bed so as not to wake Ashley up but picks up his phone from the lampstand at the bedside and calls Pierson to ask why his door was locked and the key was not in its rightful place. But immediately he turns around, Ashley is awake and already in a sitting position on the bed, her eyes partially closed as she yawns, covering her lips with her hands. He starts to panic once again, his heart thumping loudly in his ears.