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5. 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇.

I groaned, My head suddenly getting a huge migraine up there. Last night hit like a brick. 

I  barely even remember.

All I remember is dancing, and then in a bed, Leo-Leo was there too and he was beating some random guy up.

I groaned my hands stretching up, I got up, nearly collapsing again but I held myself up, limping. 

I looked in the mirror.. Gosh I look like a mess right now. 

My makeup was smeared everywhere making me look like a fucking raccoon. My hair was a huge tangled mess. 

My clothes. I looked down and realised I still had Leo's jacket still on.

I smelt it. stop it you wierdo

It smelt exactly like him, cologne, like rich people. 

All I needed right now was a shower, and an explanation from Leo. 

But first a shower.

I stood under the hot water, scrubbing myself off all the sweat and alcohol. 

I then realised the bruises on my arms, and thighs.

  What the actual fuck?..

I quickly dried myself, washed my face, and took some paracetamol. I took out my cosy purple snoodie, it was huge and reached my knee's. I just put some shorts underneath, tied my hair into a bun and wore my snuggly slippers.

Mum was gone.

I folded up his leather jacket, and made my way next door... great.. 

Why am I doing this?

After ringing a few times no one answered.

"Hello, anyone home?" I called out.

I stood there waiting for a few minute.

 Then Leo abruptly opened the front door. He started at me. Shirtless. I tried my best to not look.

"Here." I offered him his Leather jacket.

"It looks better on you." He replied "Keep it".

He ignored me and walked inside.

Confused I just stood there outside the door "Can I come in?"

When me and Noah were younger we always used to go to the Zane's house. Their house was way bigger than ours, It was white and modern, two spiralled stairs in the entrance, and a huge chandelier hanging.