When I Met You

Chapter 6 - Nick's POV

I woke up in the guest bedroom this morning. I almost forgot that she was here. I couldn't stop thinking about her all night. I was really worried. I didn't want to leave the room, in case she needed to vomit again. Ultimately, I decided that I probably needed some sleep and that if she woke up to a stranger staring at her, it would be a little weird.

I don't know how I'm going to explain that night to her. God, she was so drunk. A selfish part of me hoped that maybe she'd remember what she did to me.

After laying in bed for a good thirty minutes contemplating my options, I decided to get ready for the day. I slid out of my comfort where my feet hit the cold hardwood flooring. I walked across the hall to the only bathroom in the house and began my morning routine. I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when I heard the door knob twist and the door creaked open.

There she stood at the doorway, in my favorite t-shirt. I couldn't help but smirk at her gawking. My heart started pounding in my chest. Normally I'd feel self-conscious shirtless around anyone, but for some reason the longer she stared, the more I didn't want her to stop. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't admiring her beauty as well. She wasn't wearing anything under that shirt, I knew for a fact. Her legs seemed toned and longer than they were before. Her freckles on her face were more prominent with the majority of her makeup gone. Her ocean eyes were pulling me in as I watched her stare. God, she's fucking gorgeous. I almost forgot that I had toothpaste sitting in my mouth, but when I realized I quickly spat and rinsed out my mouth. Setting down the toothbrush, I made my way over to her. I didn't really know what to say considering we were practically strangers. "Uh-good morning, Chelsea. I hope you slept well." I looked into her eyes and I knew I just made things more awkward. "I'll uh-I'm sure you'd like to freshen up." To break the silence I stated the obvious. "I know uh-that this is uh-probably a little weird for you. Waking up in a stranger's house. I know you have questions and I will be delighted to answer. For now though, I'll leave you to it." I almost closed the door, before realizing I never told her where things were. "Extra toothbrush in the drawer. Towels in the closet. I'll see you in a bit". I closed the door behind me and let out a sigh.

My thoughts started racing to last night's recollection.

"Hey, do I know you from somewhere?" Chelsea asked me.

"Uh-yeah. We met at the library a couple of weeks ago." I scratched my head, somewhat embarrassed for overstepping the boundaries of a girl I hardly knew. It's mainly because my heart aches a little, because she didn't remember that day. Shit, she has been engraved into my every thought since then. She was absolutely unforgettable and gorgeous. However, when she still looked confused, I reintroduced myself. "Nick".

"Oh, right. Nick, the one from poetry class, first semester." She smiled. She had to be fucking with me, right? I didn't know if she noticed when I tensed up, but shortly after she started laughing so hard. I was genuinely confused until she grabbed onto my shoulder for support. I didn't think she was already that drunk, but apparently I was very wrong. "I'm kidding, Nick. Of course, I remember attractive guys who talk to me." She just smiled up at me.

"Chelsea, I'm very flattered." I smiled down at her.

She snorted. "As you should be. I don't give out compliments very often."

"Well, I feel honored." I said, placing my hands to my heart.

"Can we sit down, please? I'm feeling quite dizzy." My eyes scanned the crowd looking for an open seat. When I saw one, I immediately grabbed Chelsea's hand and led the way.

I sat down next to her in the secluded booth. My heart started racing when I accidentally brushed up against her. God, I wanted to kiss her so badly.

"Would you like me to grab you some water?" I asked, trying to break the silence.

She nodded her head. "If you don't mind?"

"Of course, I don't mind."

A few moments later I showed up with a water bottle for Chelsea. "There you are handsome!" She squealed, and threw her arms around my neck. She adjusted her arms to grab onto my shoulders. Whilst standing on her tippy toes, she whispered in my ear, "I missed you".

Her voice sent shivers down my spine. "Uh-yeah," I struggled to reply, "I missed you too." I began to chuckle.

Lowering herself back to the ground she looked up at me and smirked. "You know, we should go somewhere else." She began tracing her pointer finger down the middle of my chest. Inwardly I groaned, because I knew she was drunk and she didn't mean it.

It took me a few seconds to compose myself, but clearing my throat, I said, "Um-How about we find your friends, first? Then, uh-we could-uh further discuss your proposition." I felt guilty the second the words came out of my mouth. It was a lie and I knew it was. I just think she'd be in better hands with people she knows. And I would never sleep with any woman in her condition, even if I wanted to.

Reluctantly, she drags me along through the crowd to find her friends. Every single one of them was either drunk or stoned or both. I couldn't leave her with them. "Hey, Harp. I think I'm-this lovely gentleman wants to fuck me. I see you tomorrow." The alcohol was causing her to slur her words.

Her friends didn't seem to care much and they shooed her away.

I knew it wasn't right, but it was the only way I could make sure she was safe. I had played along with her little games just to keep the illusion alive. However, the second I carried her half asleep body up the stairs to my apartment, I killed the illusion. I laid her in my bed, but even in her half asleep daze, she pulled off her dress leaving her bare chest exposed. I wasn't planning on that happening, but a few seconds after, she passed out. I pulled the covers over her, so she wasn't exposed all night long. After setting up a glass of water, ibuprofen, and a clean t-shirt, I kissed her forehead and whispered, "good night, Chelsea."

Shortly after tucking her into bed, I retired to the guest bedroom where I would stay the night. It was definitely an eventful night, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.