I woke up with a slight headache, my head still buzzing from the events of the previous night. As I groggily opened my eyes, I noticed my mascara had smudged under my eyes, leaving dark circles that mirrored the mix of emotions I was feeling.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand, but it was in sleep mode, meaning no messages or notifications had come in yet. Part of me was relieved, as I needed a moment of peace and solitude to process everything that had happened.
Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled to the bathroom to cleanse my face. The cold water felt refreshing on my skin, and I watched as the mascara smudges disappeared down the drain. I took a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts and emotions.
Stepping into the shower, the warm water cascaded over me, washing away the remnants of last night's celebration. As the water fell on my face, I closed my eyes, letting the weight of my emotions wash away with it.
I tried to push thoughts of Ollie and the karaoke bar out of my mind, but they kept creeping back in. The image of him with the blond girl singing and laughing together played on repeat in my mind, like a painful reminder of my own insecurities.
I couldn't understand why I was feeling this way. I knew deep down that I had no right to be jealous or upset. Ollie was free to spend time with whoever he wanted, and I had no claim on him. Yet, the ache in my heart was undeniable.
I finished my shower and wrapped myself in a towel, still lost in my thoughts. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering sadness that had settled in my chest.
As I got dressed, I glanced at my phone, still in sleep mode, and hesitated for a moment before turning on the notifications. I knew there might be messages from friends or family, but a part of me secretly hoped for a message from Ollie. However, I quickly brushed that thought aside, reminding myself that he was likely busy with his other chick.
Leaving the hotel room, I made my way to the hotel's dining area for breakfast. The place was buzzing with people, and I found a corner table where I could sit alone with my thoughts.
As I sipped my coffee, my mind kept drifting back to last night. I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a fool of myself, if Ollie had noticed my reaction when I saw him with that girl. I felt embarrassed and vulnerable, like I had let my emotions get the best of me.
But deep down, I knew that there was more to it than just jealousy. The feelings I had for Ollie were complicated and confusing. It wasn't just a simple crush; it was something deeper, something that had grown over time as we got to know each other.
I couldn't deny the connection we shared, the way he made me feel alive and special. But I also couldn't ignore the reality of the situation. He was a racing driver with a busy and exciting life, and I was just a fan, a girl from London with ordinary dreams.
I felt a mixture of sadness and frustration with myself. Why did I have to fall for someone who could never feel the same way about me? Why couldn't I just be happy with the moments we shared and leave it at that?
