Because Of Her.

58 | Autumn eyes.

L I A M

"Do me a favor." I begin, looking over to the Douche who is marching on my bedroom floor like he is about to prepare himself for battlefield.

"Shut your goddamn mouth and get the fuck out." I grumble falling backward on the bed again.

"I'm not going to shut my mouth neither I am going till you answer—the fuck you said to her yesterday?" He asks the same question he has been babbling since he arrived this morning.

I was sleeping, recovering from my high state when the loud noise rang right in my ear. It was like a bullhorn being played when it was him blasting the most obnoxious music in my ear. The moment I woke up I realised I'm on my bed and have no idea how I got from the bar to here.

Little it made sense to me with each seconds passing by as Douche recited things that I now sort of remember.

"The first thing I do when I wake up is to drink water and head to gym but if you won't shut up I'll drink this up and hit you instead of punching bag." I speak with my hoarse tone and drink plenty of water.

My head is killing me and the fact that I want to kill someone—someone who just happened to came by on his own. If he doesn't shut up I might pounce on him regardless of how shitty I'm feeling right now.

"I wouldn't even be here if it's not because of Daniel calling me to check upon you." He says.

"Since when did you exchange numbers?" I ask a bit surprisingly.

"Since we took your high ass to here at one time. He asked for number in case he needs help."

"Help for what? To nurse me?" I scoff.

"The only person who was trying to nurse you, you treated her like an asshole you're. I'm only here to see whether you choke on your spit and die."

"I don't like the idea of you spying on me when I'm not in my senses so you better delete his number." I order, grunting in the process of getting up.

"I didn't come because he called. I was already on my way to check upon you." He reveals, making me stop on my step. I turn around and watch his face, seeing the look on his face.

It's not mocking or anything but more like sorry face he had on—for me. Is he doing this because he knows I've no one like a friend or anybody—who can help me so he is here out of sympathy for me. Is he pitying me right now?

"I don't need your fucking pity. I'm not a fucking baby who needs assistance. I got high not disabled for fuck sakes." I roar.

"You jackass! I'm not pitying you here. I was conc—you know what forget about it. Just go and choke on your spit." He shouts whilst rolling his eyes.

"I am out of here." He adds and walks towards the door. Before he can even reach, something in me makes him stop.

"Wait! Now that you're here. You can walk me through the memory lane of what I said to her." I grumble. I didn't want him to go but I don't want to admit it.

I didn't realise how lonely it could be here until he walked towards that door. I don't want him here but now that he is here, he can be here if he wants. I can make him do my stuffs.

"I was here to ask you that." He memories me.

"But I didn't know. I hardly have any recollection of yesterday."

"You're pretty out, yeah?"

I nod and run my palm over my face before running my fingers through my hairs. As I do that I walk towards my closet to start the day but stop seeing my reflection on mirror. I stop midway with my fingers in my hairs and then I turn towards the drawer next to my bed.