LOSE ME OR LOSE HER

12.ABOUT LAST NIGHT

Chapter 12

📍SPAIN, MADRID 🇪🇸

~Tory's POV~

I woke up to a pair of hands around my waist, startled, I jumped out of the bed. Jude was lying there, shirtless and in shorts, waking up with a dazed expression. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

"Uh, how did I end up in your bed?" I replied, still confused.

"You came to my bed last night because you couldn't sleep," he said groggily, sitting up against the headboard. "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"No, no, I was just caught off guard," I said shyly. He smiled at me, and I placed a hand on my head as my headache started creeping back in. "Was I super drunk?"

"Yeah, but you didn't do anything crazy. You're good," he assured me.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit me. Jude noticed, and before I could say anything, I dashed into his bathroom, with him following close behind. I fell to my knees, my head over the toilet, throwing up. Jude held my hair back with one hand while rubbing my back with the other.

Once I puked everything out of my system, I sat against the glass shower door, almost out of breath. "Wait here; I'll be right back," he said before leaving the bathroom. He returned with a towel, water, and Tylenol. Jude wiped my mouth with some toilet paper. "Take this it'll help," he said, popping a pill out of the box and opening the water bottle.

I took the Tylenol and drank the water quickly, noticing Jude's concerned gaze. He took my hands to help me stand, then handed me the towel. "Take a hot shower you'll feel better," he said, hugging me gently.

"Join me," I said, probably still drunk out of my head. He smiled awkwardly and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

After a quick shower, I dried off and slipped into Jude's shirt again before stepping out. I finally felt more composed when I found him lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone. Feeling energized from the shower, I ran and jumped on top of him, laughing.

"Feeling better already?" he said, laughing as well. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and we just lay there. My heart raced as butterflies swirled in my stomach. I began to daydream about our future, picturing us with kids. I realized I liked him a lot finally admitting to myself—he made me feel safe, happy, and valued.

Before I could dive deeper into my delusional thoughts, the door burst open. It was Jobe. Jude and I quickly scrambled apart. "Can't you fucking knock?" Jude said, raising his voice.

Jobe raised his hands in mock defense, smirking. "Chill! I just came to tell you that Mum made breakfast. No need to get all dramatic." He shot me a knowing glance before turning back to Jude. "You two look cozy, though."

I felt my cheeks flush, but Jude rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. "Yeah, well, get out now."

Jobe paused, then added with a laugh, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He shut the door behind him.

The room fell quiet again, and I felt the tension return. I glanced at Jude, unsure of what to say next. He looked at me and pulled me close again, this time more seriously. "You okay?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

I nodded, but the flutter in my chest made it hard to concentrate. "What time is it?" I asked

Jude grabbed his phone. "It's 11:07 AM," he replied. Hearing the time, I jumped out of bed, searching for my shoes and the rest of my belongings.

"What's wrong?" Jude asked as I rummaged around. I found my shoes and slipped them on, also grabbing my leather jacket. "I forgot—I have a shoot at 12AM!" I exclaimed.