Faceless [H.S]

Thank You, XO. 09

CHAPTER NINE

VALERIE'S P.O.V

I woke up in a daze, blinded my the lights hitting my face. My head was pounding, my lips were dry. Bringing my hands up to my eyes, I covered them in a desperate attempt to soothe the headache that resided in the front of my face as well as block the beaming sun. What time was it? I reached around the bed, looking for my phone, and then brought my hands to my body when I felt only bare skin. My eyes widened, and I looked down, slowly.

This isn't my bed.

This isn't my jacket.

I'm naked.

I jumped out of the bed, stumbling over the big white sheets. I almost fell when I walked backward, right against the large window. I turned and saw how high up I was--I'd never seen the city from this high.

I shuddered in fear, trying to look around. Was I kidnapped? Oh god, I can't remember last night. Anything at all. Only before my first shot, that's it. Did I see Liam?

I moved from the window and walked to my shoes, grabbing it and grabbing my bikini left behind. How can I go outside like this? Who's house is this?

All the decor was modern; black and white. The ceilings were high, and it was very clean. It smelled like fresh linen. I wanted to explore a bit--my curiosity poking at me. But, I needed to go home. If this was a one night stand, I was not going to wait here. Obviously, the person wasn't here either.

I went straight to the closet and opened it up, looking for a shirt. Pants. Anything. I couldn't go outside like this. All I found was black clothing. I scanned through the clothing, stopping at a big black tee shirt. Hopefully, they wouldn't have an issue with me taking this and running out. I'll return it, one day. I took out the black tee shirt, and then looked around to see if there was any bottoms. I found some black sweatpants. Yes. I yanked them out and began to get dressed hurriedly. I took off the leather jacket, tossing it toward the bed.

I probably looked crazy: stripper heels and sweats.

I shoved my bikini in my pocket, drowning in the unknown person's clothes. The sweats hung low, so I rolled them up at the top. The shirt was also oversized on me.

I took a deep breath, not even looking at myself in the large mirror that was next to the bed. I just wanted to leave, I already know I looked insane.

I was about to run out the house when I caught a glimpse of a piece of paper on the island in the kitchen, with some cash beside it. I looked around, the silence deafening in the large living room. I walked toward it, hesitantly.

Take a cab home. This should cover it.

Oh.

I looked at the cash, seeing it was about two hundred dollars. Jesus, did they think I was taking a flight home? I took one hundred, and left the other.

Well, on second thought...

I took the other hundred and shoved it in my sweats. I saw the pen on the side of the paper and picked it up, writing underneath theirs.

Thank you, xo

I then walked out the door, finally, walking into the long white hallways to make it to the elevator. Pressing the button, I waited patiently before the elevator said '43' at the top, before a ding was heard and the doors opened. Fuck, I was that high up? I pressed the lobby button, leaning against the elevator, head pounding. I hated drinking. Why did I drink? I haven't done it in a while. I feel like I turn to it when I'm stressed.

Once the doors opened, I walked through the lobby trying to avoid any eye contact. This was embarrassing enough. I finally got out to the street, the sounds of New York booming. The sounds of honks, sirens. People talking. Birds chirping. You get so used to the noise, you almost forget to appreciate silence when you have it.

I was very deep in lower Manhattan, I realized. It looked like NoHo. Who ever lived here, obviously had lots of money. I didn't know whether to applaud myself or just be shocked. I turned to look at the large building, before extending out a hand in the busy street and calling for a cab.