The Three Empty Words

CHP. 12

360 — CHARLI XCX

Emily adjusted herself on the bed, the sweet scent of citrus and musk cologne filling her nostrils. She held the duvet tight to her body, she wanted to keep inhaling the sweet scent.

But a sudden bell rang in her head. This wasn't her scent or neither was it Charlotte's. Where the hell was she?

She cracked an eye open, lazily, a massive pain struck her head as she winced out. The bright golden rays from the sun that penetrated into the room, instantly making her wince out more as she shut her eyes closed.

She managed to sit up on the bed, as she rubbed her head trying to reduce the insane pain which wasn't helping.

She looked around the room. No makeup stuffs scattered on the table. No table infact. The room locked more spacious than she thought. Where was she?

She removed the duvet from her body, now looking at nearly half naked she was. She was on her bra and the skirt from last night. She looked around once more, trying to recall what happened, and what the hell also happened to her?

Okay, she could remember making out with Tod. Eww… And Oliver asking her out for a hangout, him taking her to the bar and everything else went blank. Totally blank.

The thought of Oliver having… He wouldn't. She assured herself.

The door opened and Oliver walked in, dressed in a simple blue T-shirt and blazers. His dark brown hair looking well combed. He looked handsome in the day.

What was she thinking? She shut her inner thought down.

Oliver emerald eyes sparkled with amazement. "You're finally awake." He said approaching her and stood in front of her.

"I am. What time is it?" She blurted out. That's not what she wanted to say or ask, she wanted to ask 'what the hell am I doing in your room Oliver? Or did you take advantage of me while I was drunk?… The rest of her words trailed off as he spoke;

"Past eleven."

"What?!!" She said with wide-eyed and jerked out of his bed. She remembered she wasn't putting on any shirt and wrapped the duvet around her body.

"I thought you were going to sleep the whole day?" He helped her with her shirt and she collected it with a thank you.

"Do you mind excusing me." She asked, feeling uncomfortable wearing a shirt in front of him.

"I will, but I took that off from your body last night, you complained about feeling hot. Don't know how your temperature is, tho." He teased and faced his back to her.

"I did? It's fine tho." She answered and took it as a cue to hurriedly wear her shirt.

She was on her second upper button when Oliver turned to face her. "Oops." He muttered trying to turn back when Emily stopped him.

"It's okay, I'm almost through." She replied quickly.

What was wrong with her?

"I brought you painkiller tho, thought you might need it for the massive pain. You drank to much last night."

"Did I?" He picked her hair pin and she took it from him, clipping it on her hair. "I'm sorry about last night, I'm sure I might have said shitty things to you and bothered you a lot."

"I understood, I knew you had a bad night and I should have just left you to be."

"Don't blame yourself, it was my fault."

Silence fell between them.

Oliver slowly slid his hand through his silky hair as he looked up to meet Emily's eyes, that were probably fixed on him.