¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

2.12

𝙰𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗

I jerked awake in Melanie's bed, covered in a cold sweat. I wasn't sure what the trigger for my awakening was, but my rapid breathing and shaking hands hinted at a nightmare I couldn't remember. As I rubbed my hands over my face, the memories of last night slowly came around. Going out to drink after having a one-sided fight with my boyfriend seemed to end this way more frequently. He wasn't around, and I was the one still hurting. I couldn't help but remember when we would fight, and I would wake up in his hands, feeling like nothing could bring us down. Yet, one little fight, and I felt him slipping between my fingers. He cared, but not like he used to. It was still sweet that he brought me here, but after what I heard...

No, I'm tripping. That was just the nightmare I couldn't remember very clearly. Yes, it was realistic, but... Melanie would never do something like that. My subconscious would, though, especially when my relationship with Harry is on thin ice. My overthinking must finally be catching up with me because that was one terrifying nightmare.

With a sigh, I looked at Melanie, wondering if I should wake her. There were questions I wanted to ask, but just at the thought of them, my stomach turned. Maybe if I ignored them long enough, I would consequently forget them. However, right now, I  wanted to know exactly how close Harry and Melanie were.

But instead of waking her up to that question, I leaned forward, softly whispering, "Can I borrow some clothes?" I was in soft pajamas that I didn't bring with me, clearly.

Melanie hummed in a response before hugging the pillow under her head tighter. I crawled out of bed, trying not to move drastically and feed the ache in my head. My clothes from last night were in a pile by the end of the bed. I quickly put them inside my tote bag before moving towards the wardrobe. My eyes ran between the countless high-end clothes the moment I opened the wardrobe doors wide. A smile flickered through my lips as I dragged my finger over the racks, reminiscing of the times when I borrowed clothes and how clueless Melanie was when she couldn't find them. My daydreams were cut short when my ringtone echoed through the room, making Melanie groan. I pulled a pair of trousers and a sweater before running to look through my bag for my phone. However, before I could find it, the ringing stopped. Quickly, I changed into Melanie's clothes before dialing Darrell Ryle's number as I exited her room. He had called me over ten times last night.

"Hi, I just saw you called last night. Sorry, I couldn't answer earlier... I hope it wasn't important, though," I spoke in a charming voice, trying to balance the heavy bag on my shoulder. Why was it so heavy, anyway? I peeked under the clothes to see three unopened beer cans that reminded me of the memory of last night.

Just as I thought this couldn't get more embarrassing, Darrell spoke from the other line, "Well, Aiden, you should come to pick up your father from the police station. He was drunk driving again."