The Bad Boy

Chapter 143

Stephanie's P.O.V.

Miles and I end up closing out the club at 3 AM. The familiar head of hair from earlier disappeared after I saw it and I haven't seen it since.

"Can you walk?" Miles asks as we step out onto the busy sidewalk. The cool night air feels great after all my dancing.

"Yeah?" I give him a funny look and step forwards, almost falling face first into the concrete.

"Are you sure?" I can see that he's trying to hold back his laughter.

"I'm fine." I try and glare at him but it ends up making us both start laughing.

"Come on, we've got to get some sleep." Miles wraps his arm around my waist to help keep me up. I throw an arm around his neck and we start walking.

On the way back to Miles apartment I only manage to fall on my butt twice, once dragging Miles down with me. We get into his apartment and I see what he meant when he said it gets cold at night. I shiver almost as soon as we get inside.

"Are you cold?" Miles asks, leading me over to the couch.

"A little." I admit, falling back onto the couch.

"Do you want me to help you to your room?" He asks.

"Sureeeee." I trail out the word, lifting my arms. "Carry me."

Miles laughs under his breath and shakes his head. "You're so trashed." He says but leans down and scoops me up anyways. He carries me down the hallway to the spare room.

I can't help but yawn and Miles flinches. "You smell like a bottle of vodka." He laughs, lying me down on the bed.

"Thank you." I laugh too hard.

"Do you want me to get you some clothes or can you handle it?" Miles asks, grinning and trying not laugh even more.

"I think I'll take a shower." I sigh.

"I don't think you will." Miles laughs and walks over to my duffel. "What do you want to wear?"

"Why can't I shower?" I whine, kicking my legs.

"Stand up." Miles says, looking through my duffel for pajamas.

I try to sit up but immediately fall back over. "Okay point taken." I laugh.

"Is this okay for pajamas?" Miles asks, holding up a pair of black yoga pants and a plain grey tank top.

I nod and he walks over and hands them too me. "I'm going to give you some privacy, yell if you need something." Miles says before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Somehow I fumble off my clothes and get my pajamas on. I throw the clothes in the general direction of my duffel and don't bother checking where they landed before crawling under the covers. Once I get all cozy, I realize I left the light on.

"MILES!!!!" I yell.

I hear footsteps coming and then the door wings open and Miles steps in, now wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. "Are you okay?" He asks.

"Will you turn the light off?" I ask.

He chuckles and flips off the lightswitch. "Anything else?" Miles asks.

"Nope." I pop the 'p'. "Goodnight Miles."

"Goodnight Stephanie." Miles smiles at me before walking out of the room, closing the door 1/2 way behind him.

I fall asleep almost instantly, totally passing out.

I'm walking through a long white hallway with a black door at the very end. The more steps I take towards the door, the farther away it is. I try sprinting towards it and it stops moving away. I push it open, and walk inside. The room is black and the only thing in it is a bed, with black sheets. A door on the left side of the room opens and Harry backs in, wearing nothing but his black boxers. Next backs in a girl with blonde hair wearing what appears to be my black lingerie. They're both kissing as they walk backwards to the bed, stopping and falling back onto it when they reach it. But as soon as Harry's back touches the mattress, it turns into a hole in the floor and he falls away...

"HARRY!" I wake with a scream, shooting straight up in my bed, my chest heaving up and down. I take a few deep breaths and try to calm myself down, but when I close my eyes I still see Harry and that girl.

Finally, I just get out of bed and walk down the hall to Miles room. When I push open the door I see he's still asleep. Apparently my scream wasn't too loud.

I give a light knock on the door and say, "Miles?"

He rolls over but doesn't wake up. I walk further in and tap his shoulder lightly. This does the trick. His eyes open and he frowns when he sees me, before sitting up.

"Is everything okay?" Miles asks, running a hand through his hair.

I shake my head no. "I had a...nightmare. Can I sleep in here?" I ask.

Miles nods before laying back down and pulling the covers back on the side of the bed nearest to me. I crawl in and he pushes one of his pillows towards me as I pull the covers back. 

"G'night." He mumbles groggily, his eyes falling closed.

I close my eyes and there's the image again. I must've whimpered because I feel Miles arm snake around my waist and pull me back against his warm chest. The next time I close my eyes, quite a while later, I don't see anything...