Meet Me at Midnight

02 | Truce?

Nick

Her words take me by surprise. They really shouldn't, but I had a glimpse of hope that she would change her mind about me. You know, with all this love in the air, maybe, just maybe, she could throw some love my way. But no. Stella Hope is the most stubborn woman I have ever met in my life.

She slams the door in my face. I chuckle and walk away. But not too far, though. Lucky for me, I scored the room right beside her. Now trust me, it wasn't something I had planned, but I'm not mad about it. Not at all.

If Stella knew I was sleeping right next door, she would find a way to get me kicked out of the lodge and left on a dirt road somewhere. Or in this case, snowy road. Stella Hope makes it her life mission to hate me, and that only makes me want her more.

But nothing about her is easy. It never has been. I know it's cliché wanting the one girl who doesn't want you, but I can't help it. Stella Hope is hot, anyone can see that, and I want nothing more than to make her mine. Even if it's just for one night. 

My door clicks open and I go to step inside, only to be stopped by a loud thud coming down the hall. I turn to find Andrew, stumbling along with a shit-eating grin on his face. A bottle of something hovering in the air, his hands flailing all over the place, and he's singing some chant that I can't understand. By the slurring of his words, I doubt he even knows what he's singing about. He trips over his own feet and falls flat on his face. The bottle rolling across the floor, spilling a strong smelling liquor everywhere.

"Dude, not you too." I sigh, pulling my door closed and walking over to help him up. "Hey, where did you take my wife, you neanderthal?" he pokes me in the chest a little too hard for my liking. If he wasn't messed up right now, I wouldn't put up with his nonsense, but I'll give him a pass, just this once.

"She's with Stella," I groan, pulling him to his feet. The dude is not small, so him going dead weight on me isn't making this easy. He's 6ft 4 and built like a brick shithouse. His fiancé Sarah she was easier to handle with her petite frame. "Take me to her!" he demands, pointing towards Stella's room, but I shake my head. There is no way I am disrupting princess Stella again.

"Nope. You're coming with me, big boy."

The next morning, an infuriatingly loud gawking echoes throughout my room. Glancing around with only one eye open, I search out the culprit. Then I remember last night and look down to see my best friend laying on the floor. His legs curled so tight into his chest he almost looks small for once. 

The ringing starts again, forcing me to get up and answer the phone myself because clearly he will not move anytime soon.

I push him around, trying to find his phone when it slips out of his jeans pocket. Sarah's face flashes on his screen. I go to answer it but hesitate for a second. I don't want to be the reason they get into a fight because he got so drunk he never made it back to their room. 

"Dude, wake up," I shove him, but he's too out of it. 

"Hey Sarah," I reluctantly answer, praying she's as forgiving as me.

"Oh, thank god he's with you. Is he okay?" she hurriedly asks, panic clear in her tone. 

"Yes, and he's all yours if you want him, for a low price of telling me where to get good coffee around here?" She chuckles, then a knock on the door follows. Opening it, I smile. Clearly, Sarah is the one who can handle her liquor in their relationship. She barely looks like she wiped out last night.