My Wife Dr O'Hara

Chapter 19 to call or not to call

O'Hara's PoV:

I let out a low groan, burying my face into the pillow, my head was pounding with a headache, it wasn't a hangover as I hadn't drunk that much last night, then it hit me, why was I holding onto a pillow, why wasn't I holding y/n? With that thought my eyes shot open, only to find the other side of the bed empty.

sitting up slowly in bed, I call out hoping y/n was just in the bathroom, nothing, she was gone, my heart breaks in that moment, had last night be nothing but a one nightstand for her?  the thought had crossed my mind last night, well if am being honest there had been so many times, I have also had that thought myself  about us having just a one nightstand, however I hadn't had that thought for over a week, when I knew my feelings for her run deep, I had hope that y/n wanted more than a one nightstand as well, especially after last night, guess I was wrong..

I slowly lie back down rolling on to my side, feeling sorry for myself, that's when I notice a piece of paper with my name on it, sitting on my night table, sitting up again, I open the note, it simply said, "Eleanor, Sorry I had to go, y/n," I smile because she wrote my name and not O'Hara, I want to call her, I decide to leave it for the moment.

I get out of bed to find some aspirin for my headache, I then brush my hair into a ponytail before brushing my teeth, I then jump into the shower, washing off my make-up that was smudged all over my face, as I washed my body it felt like I was washing off y/n, washing her scent away, her kisses away, once am out of the shower I dry myself off, putting on underwear, nothing as fancy as yesterday, as I don't think today will end the way yesterday did.

I wasn't sure what I wanted to wear today, I hadn't made any plans as I was hoping I would of spent the day with y/n, especially after last nights events, with a heavy sigh, I settle on a white dress with yellow flowers, I wasn't really feeling the dress, taking it off I put on a purple dress, again I wasn't feeling the dress, I try on a pink dress next, maybe I wasn't in the mood to wear a dress today, next I try a red crimson skirt with a white shirt, I liked the shirt, I just didn't like the skirt, maybe I just didn't want to show my legs off today, taking off the skirt I try some black trousers.

This was a nice outfit that made me feel comfortable, it was nice and simple, nothing to fancy, as I look in the mirror I notice red marks on my neck, I let out a sad little laugh, love bites I will have to cover them up with make-up later, first I want to call y/n, now that I actually feel human again, walking into the living area of my hotel suite, I locate my bag on the floor, where I had dropped it, picking it up, I go to take out my phone when y/n knickers and tights fall out of my bag, I pick them up as the memory from last night in the back seat flashing through my mind,, that memory puts a smile on my face.

Putting them on the coffee table, along with my bag, I sit down getting comfortable as possible, I just sit there looking at the phone in my hands, what am i suppose to say? I had no idea, wasn't this suppose to get easier as you got older? "Oh Man up Eleanor, just call her, say hello and go from there," I tell myself, without thinking I finally call her, biting my lower lip, what if she doesn't answer, should I leave a message? Or wait until I see her tomorrow at work? Before I had any more time to think about it, she answers the phone.

"Hi, You," She answers, god she is so bloody cute, I cannot deal with it sometimes.

"Hi, Yourself," I say with a smile on my face.

"So?" She sounded nervous, that makes me feel slightly better, knowing she was also nervous as I was, I guess this is new for both of us.

"So, you left without saying goodbye," I said, not because I was trying to make her feel guilty, on the contrary, I just couldn't think of anything else to say.