wrong number, sorry!! james marriott x oc

chapter 5 - confused

white noise - james marriott

y/n pov

before i knew it, i was passed out, my head resting on the back of my sofa. i looked dishevelled, my fringe was across my eyes and my glasses had fallen off. he was next to me, and he had dozed off aswell. i'm suddenly brought to my senses by hearing something vibrating. i groan and sit up.

i lean towards the coffee table infront of me, rubbing the sleep out my eyes and revealing my phone on the table, freaking out. my boss is calling me, and my eyes widen.

"shit." i mutter, picking up the phone and gently standing up to prevent me from getting dizzy like i always do (real 😕).

"where the fuck have you been, y/n?" my boss snaps over the phone

"i'm so sorry ill be there in 10,i was drinking last ni-" i attempt to apologise.

"you better be here in 10." she ends the call. fuck.

i quietly go upstairs to get changed, and then come back down. he was still asleep. i grab a sticky note and pencil from my desk, writing something on it.

"hello mr mystery man, sorry about last night :,)

i didn't actually expect you to come over, sorry about that awkward hug too...

feel free to go home, i was actually 45 minutes late for work so i had to go i'm literally on the verge of losing this job bc i've been late so many times. whoopsie! :3

byebye for now, i'll text u later 

y/n"

i plant it on his phone, which is on the coffee table, before grabbing a jacket, my phone and my keys, heading out the door.

a/n

sorry so short im really not in the mood to write but i eventually have to feed people something

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