Until We Meet Again

19.

Nick's alarm goes off once, and he's up right away. That is something we're also very different about, my alarm has to go off six times before I can wake up properly.

That used to drive Nick completely crazy.

I hear him ruffle through my closet, looking for something decent to wear, and I laugh at the thought of him wearing my clothes.

You see, we've both grown a lot, but I'm still quite thin and he's quite big.

Even the largest shirts I own would be small on him.

I genuinely don't mind Nick searching through my closet, but do I want him to find out I've kept most of his jumpers from when we were teenagers?

Nick refused to take them back when we broke up, and I couldn't bring myself to throw them away.

They're warm and cosy, and I usually sleep in them when it's cold in my apartment.

I almost forgot they were his, to be honest.

They're hidden somewhere, but he could find them pretty easily if he turned on the light.

Right after my silent thought, the lights turn on and I immediately groan and look over to the ginger man standing in my room, head in my closet.

He likes to say he's in fact strawberry blonde, but that's very similar to ginger to me.

I squint to try and see him better, but right now my lightbulb is so bright it could pierce my fucking eye.

"Sorry." Nick says when he sees I've started to wake up while groaning and trying to hide away from the lights. "I didn't want to wake you up."

He seems annoyed, like he's running late and annoyed because he cannot find his clothes.

Which is probably what is happening right now.

"'m supposed to have my first meeting with the director of Truham today and since I've slept over at yours I don't have anything decent to put on."

I rub my eyes and leave my hands here, not ready to have a bright light burn my eye first thing in the morning.

I was expecting something softer. Like a kiss, a few soothing words, and a gentle lullaby that would put me in a much better mood maybe.

But I had none of that.

Life is unfair.

"You still have my adidas jumper!" he says in disbelief, and I groan. "I've been looking for it!"

"Mhmmmm!"

"That'll have to do." he says.

A few seconds later, I hear Nick slide into his shorts, then I hear him pace to the bathroom and brush his teeth really quick.

He must be really late.

"What time's it?"

I'm starting to regret the alcohol I've had last night.

I usually don't do well with alcohol, Tori says it's because I'm skinny, but I don't think there's a correlation with all that. I think my brain just doesn't really understands what's happening the minute I have a drink.

It gets me tipsy to drunk really quick.

"It's a quarter past nine." Nick says with his toothbrush in his mouth.

"And what time do you have to be there?"

"Quarter to ten."

It's not too bad, he's not so late.