𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 ᵗᵐʳ ᵃᵘ

Chapter 14: My first letter

No one talked about what happened 20 minutes ago and I couldn't be more relieved.

I didn't wanna tell them that when I looked in the mirror I didn't recognize myself. I didn't wanna tell them that I had to force food down my throat so that people wouldn't ask questions. I didn't even know why I threw up or why I couldn't eat.

Right now, we were driving back to the hotel after paying and leaving the restaurant quicker than we intended but after Hana ran into the bathroom after me and heard me, she insisted that we leave early. I knew by now everyone else knew what happened, but at least they didn't ask.

I lean my head against the car window, not recognizing the woman that I see in the reflection.

Soon, we arrived at the hotel and just went straight to our rooms. It was around 8 pm now and I could tell that the others were quite tired. I wipe the makeup off of my face with makeup remover and splash my face with cold water.

I don't have the energy to shower right now. I honestly just wanna fall on the couch and never wake up again.

I leave the bathroom and take my dumbass couldn't remember where I put my meds. Great. No sleep for a few hours.

"Anika?" Minho asked, walking out of the bedroom, and sitting on the couch next to me. His voice was gentle. It was strange but as of recently, it wasn't as strange as it was the first time.

"Yeah?" I ask, but I'm too scared to face him.

"I don't know why you've been avoiding me for two days now but can you please tell me if I did something wrong," He said.

"Minho, you didn't do anything wrong... It's hard to explain. I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't say sorry, you did nothing wrong. I just want to know if I did something wrong. You've been acting strange and it's not like you to avoid people, even me," He said, laughing a little.

"I guess it was just about the nightmare and uhm-"

"Sharing a bed with me?" He cut it.

"Kinda, yeah," I muttered.

"I didn't make you uncomfortable, did I?" He asked.

"No... I guess it was just a little strange..." Sorry," I said. This felt strange. There weren't many interactions where Minho and I didn't fight. There's probably been a total of 4 or 5 interactions.

"Have you taken your meds?" He asked. How in the name of hell did he know about my meds?

"How do you-"

"I've seen the container," He said. Gad darn it. I thought no one knew. "Why do you have them?"

"Because I have a fucked up sleep schedule," I said.

"I- Well why is your sleep schedule fucked?"

"I don't know."

"Oh my god," He sighed. "You're making this conversation very hard."

"Harder than you'll ever be," I mumbled.

"Excuse me?"

"...Nothing."

"I heard what you said."

"Then why'd you say excuse me?!" I almost yelled.

"Because,"

"Oh my God," I sighed. "Just like, go sleep or something," I said.

"Are you sure you don't want the bed? I'll be fine sleeping on the couch," He said.

"It's alright. I like the couch."

"Sure..." He said. "That looks uncomfortable."

"Well, it's not." It definitely is.

"Alright... but I'll swap with you any time. Except when I need my beauty rest."

"What beauty? All I see is a rat," I said and he sighed.

"Goodnight, Lemon head," He said before walking into the bedroom.

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Around lunchtime the next day, Minho was hanging out with Newt, Aris and Thomas somewhere. I think at the pool or something. I wasn't too sure what the girls were doing, although, I knew Sonya and Harriet went to the hairstylist. There was a knock on the door. Strange.

I walked up to the door and opened it. There stood one of the hotel workers.

"Mail for Anika Le Roux," He said and he had a VERY French accent.

"Uh, thanks," I said as he handed me the letter and then walked away. I shut the door and looked at the letter. It didn't have a location or who it was from. Just my name typed out in the average Word document font. I opened the letter and there was a folded A4 page in there. I took it out and opened it and a few smaller pages fell out. The thing that was written in the letter was in the same font as what my name was.

To A

I found you

What the actual shit is this? It doesn't even say who it's from. I pick up the small papers that fell on the ground and I almost drop them. They're photos... Photos of me here in Paris. There was one of me at the Eiffel Tower. One of me at the catacombs. One of me and the restaurant. One of me at the mall. What. The. Actual. Shit.

This is weird. REALLY weird. I hear the door knob turning and I stuff the note and the photos in my backpack next to the couch. I look up and I see Minho walking back in. His hair was all wet. No gel. Messy. Messy hair. And Oh god. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Just boxers.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," He said as he walked into the room. He was dripping water everywhere.

"Please," I scoff. "If people have photos of you in their camera roles, their phones are ruined for life. And why aren't you wearing a towel? You're dripping water EVERYWHERE."

"I'm gonna go back to the pool anyway. And I came back because I forgot my towel," He explained.

"Why didn't you take one with you if you knew you were going to the pool?" I asked.

"Don't know," He shrugged, grabbing a towel from his suitcase. He looked me up and down. "Have you been reading this whole time?" He asked.

"Uh... No..." I said and he looked at the open book on the couch.

"Yeah... sure you didn't," He said before leaving the room again. God, that was close. I didn't understand the photos or the letter. They found me? Who found me? It didn't even say who it was from. And they have photos of me? How?