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1. Surprise

"How could you do this to me? To her? To us?" I said with tears in my eyes.

The dark haired boy looked at me with his unbelievable beautiful brown eyes. He frowned slightly and opened his mouth, almost like he was going to say something, but he remained silent. He was just staring upon me like he wondered how all this went so wrong.

"How could you say all those things without meaning it?" I continued. I saw how he squirmed looking uncomfortable.

"Please leave", I said. My voice was filled with disgust, not wanting to look at him anymore.

The boy started walking towards the door, but then suddenly stopped, he spun around looking at me.

"I never wanted to hurt you, Charlie" he said weakly. And with that said he opened the door and stepped out. I've seen him opening that door several times before, but this time the tears in my eyes slowly made their way down my cheeks. This would be the last time i saw him. Ever.

~3 WEEKS EARLIER~

1.

I sat on the edge of my bed. I slowly closed my eyes shut and pressed my index and middle finger to the right temple. A grunt slipped through my mouth. The headache was unbearable. Fucking hangover. The small amount of light that shone through a slot under the blind stung my eyes. It was too bright! I got up on my bare feet and walked out in the even brighter living room. My hand flew up to my eyes, covering them. I turned my back against the windows.

"Water. Aspirin." I mumbled.

I slowly dragged myself to the bathroom. I pushed the door open and turned the lights on. I saw something at the corner of my eye. Something that didn't belong in a bathroom. A man. There was a man on the floor.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Oh my god!" My hands flew up to my chest. I started to jump up an down, still screaming. I ran out of the bathroom and then ran back in to see if he really was there. Oh yeah, he was, and it seemed like he was asleep. I started to panic again.

"Shit" I said at the same time as I took in a breath. I held it in for a while, as I stared at him. My hands were covering my mouth. I should probably do something. I let the breath out. I tip toed over to the sink and took my toothbrush in a hard grip. I walked over to the guy and kneeled beside him. He was laying on the side, with his face towards me. I looked at him for a while. He had really dark hair, long black eyelashes, and tattoos were spread out over his naked torso. A black pair of jeans clung perfectly to his waist, the edge of his boxers visible.

" Yum" I heard myself say. What's wrong with me?

I held out the toothbrush in front of me. I moved it to his face, gently poking his cheek. He moved his head a bit, giving away moan. I poked his cheek again, this time harder. This time he waved his hand in the air whilst turning over on his back. I flinched at his sudden movement. Now I saw his other arm, which was hidden under his body before. It was covered from the wrist to his elbow with an half-sleeve tattoo. I didn't pay much attention to it. I focused on the toothbrush once again. This time he would wake up! I poked him even harder on his cheek, just under his eye. This time he shot up in a sitting position, and when he did, the toothbrush accidentally got in his eye, causing him to scream.

"Ouch! What the...FUCK?!" He looked up at me with one eye, the other one covered by his hand. I was now stood up, I already was on my feet when he started to scream.

"Uhm... I-I..." I began. What was I doing? I was the one who was going to scold him for lying on my floor!

"Why are you on my floor?!" I shouted. He looked a bit surprised.

"Why are you poking my eye with a toothbrush?" He calmly said but his voice had a touch of sarcasm. He raised up. His height towered over me. I peered up at him. He was breathtakingly beautiful. He took away the hand from his eye, it was slightly red and watery.

"I'm sorry. About the eye." I said in a rude voice. I didn't mean to sound rude but I guess his beauty made me a little overwhelmed.

He laughed a bit. "It's fine. I was just a little surprised...kind of." He smiled goofily.

He walked out of the bathroom, leaving me there. I just stared out in the air for a second, still shocked by the nameless man. I shook my head and walked out of the bathroom to follow him. I found him in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I asked sharply.

"Getting a snack! I'm quite hungry, since I spent most of the night vomiting." He said with a cheeky voice. What was that?

"Why are you in my apartment?!" I squealed. He turned his head towards me, his dark eyes finding mine. I saw hints of surprise and confusion in his face.

"You invited me." He shrugged his shoulders, his tone easy. He turned his head back to my fridge.

"I did NOT invite you!" I crossed my arms over my chest to make it clear I was pissed. Or did I invite him? I thought back to the night before. I went out with my friends, we danced, laughed and...drank...a lot. And then it was blank. The rest of the night was dark and blurry. I couldn't remember the rest of the night.

"Holy shit." I didn't mean to say that but it just slipped out. I heard him laugh.

"You don't remember do you? You were drunker than I thought." He smiled big at me.

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