Opposites Attract [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty Four

Justin's P.O.V
I woke up to the sun shining way too bright through the curtains and my mind completely numb whilst my head was pounding.

I groaned as I laid there. What did I do last night?

I sat up slowly and reluctantly; careful not to make my migraine worse.

I sighed, trying to remember anything from last night,  just like I do every morning.

I remember drinking, a lot. I remember being angry, I remember lashing out. Why?

I walked down the stairs and grabbed a glass and filled it with water, making sure to drop a tablet in it before drinking it. I sighed as I sat down at the kitchen table.

As I reminded myself to text Mason when I go back upstairs, something in my mind snapped instantly.

Mason.

"Fuck." I whispered.

It hit me. I remember seeing Mason last night, I remember storming off after speaking to her.

"Do you whore around clubs and dress like a slut when you're not with me?"

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I sighed as I rubbed my face in my hands.

I remembered the look on her face as I said it to her, I remembered how hurt she sounded when she replied.

I needed to speak to her, I didn't mean anything I said and she needs to know that.

I jogged upstairs, skipping breakfast and grabbed my phone.

To Mason:
Can you come over? Please, I need to speak to you.

I waited impatiently. Five minutes passed, and she didn't reply. I decided to take a shower when my phone vibrated next to me.

From Mason:
I'd rather not right now.

I sighed.

To Mason:
I'm going to see you whether you come over or not. I get that you're mad at me but we can't sort this out if we don't talk.

I waited a few minutes for her reply.

From Mason:
Fine, I'll be over soon.

I sighed in relief. Hopefully, this'd work.

I decided to take a quick shower before Mason arrived, just to ease off the migraine.

Once I was out of the shower, there was a knock at the front door. I quickly jogged down the stairs, with a towel around my waist and opened the door to let Mason in.

She smiled lightly, looking uneasy and walked over to the couch. I sat down next to her, giving her some space.

"Hey." I said quietly.

"Just get right to it, Justin." She sighed.

I sighed too. "Mason, I'm so sorry for what I said last night. I didn't mean any of it, you know that."

"Then why'd you say it? Why say it if you didn't mean it?"

"I was drunk, very drunk. And a little high." I chuckled ever so slightly. "I was and still am so angry with myself for treating you like that."