Casseè girl

Chapter 12 ~ empty

I woke up that morning with an ache across my head and eyes. How much had I drank ?
Or what did I drink ?

I felt something from the duvet I was under. Suddenly an arm slid under mine and began holding me close to the persons chest.

I let out a long breath. Arthur and I were back together, if we ever even broke up.

But since when did Arthur have these bracelets ? And those rings. And how is he so tan all of a sudden.

I looked over my shoulders to see a familiar head of brown curly hair. Holy shit.

What have I done ? I cheated on my fake boyfriend with his brother.

'Oh my god.' I sat up and felt his arm fall off of me.

'Mhm.' He grumbled beside me, still asleep.

'Charles.' I said.

'Charles !' I continued, louder and with my hand on his bare shoulder.

'What-' he opened his eyes and when he saw me he sat up to. Actually he sort of jumped up and stood by the bed.

I stood up too.

Now we both just stared at each other from both sides of the bed. Shocked by what our drunk selves had done.

I was wearing my jeans and the sports bra that was under my shirt last night, and Charles was without his top and only with his bottoms. What had we done last night ?

'You- you're my brothers girlfriend.' He reminded himself.

'Well um Charles, I'm not sure about that anymore.' I told him.

'Oh I'm so sorry.' He apologised, 'but still this is so wrong.' He was stressfully pacing around the room.

We stood there for a second. Staring at each other blankly. It was then when I became aware of what I was or wasn't wearing.

'Um Charles can you pass me my shirt please ?' I asked. He looked around his feet.

'It's not here.'

We looked around for it but I couldn't see it anywhere.

'I cant go back to my room like this.' I reminded him.

'It's not here !' He complained. 'Here take my shirt.' He got up and threw a soft, red top at me.

'I cant wear this.' I told him.

'Why it's just a shirt ?'

'A Ferrari shirt.' I showed him.

'Who cares.' He waved me off.

He stepped closer to me after I had put it on.
Put his arms on both of my shoulders.

'No one can know about this okay ? What we did was wrong.' He told me.

'I know. We especially can't tell Arthur.' I added.

'Yes.' He agreed.

There was a short, awkward moment of silence between us. 'I'll walk you back to your room, I don't want you there if Arthur's upset, maybe we could pack together ?' He suggested.

'Okay.'

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We spoke to each other along the way to my place, it was like nothing had happened.

But the more I listened to his voice the more of it I remember, the heavy breathing, his soft lips and I'm sure what had happened was great but this meant so much to our relationship and to mine and Arthur's relationship.

I knocked on my door when we arrived.

Just to make sure he wasn't in there, waiting for me like he had been the last time we had had an argument.

There wasn't a reply.

I felt a sense of emptiness when I didn't hear him rustling around inside.

I took my keys out and actually put them into the hole in my door unlike last night.

I opened it slowly and Charles walked in behind me.

My hand soon made its way up to my mouth. Everything. Every last thing that Arthur owned was gone, like he had moved out. Like I had made him move.

'Y/n.' Charles said softly behind me. 'I'm so sorry.'

I turned around to face him.

Instead of blaming him or being mad at him, I put my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. I wanted to hold someone. I wanted to feel comforted by someone.

And, usually I'd want that person to be Charles. But now I had him....

I only wished that he was Arthur.

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Sorry that this chapter was very short, more soon. Thanks for reading x ~ y/a