FIXING YOU

T H R E E

• Noah's POV •

"Ms. Hayes." I heard a faint voice, "Ms. Hayes." The voice was louder now, and coming from an older male. Am I asleep? "Ms. Hayes." He called me again, then began to pat my arm rapidly.

"What's going on?" My voice sounded croaky, my throat burned causing me to wince. "Why are you in my suite?" I spoke softly still feeling the sting in my throat. I still hadn't opened my eyes, I barely had enough energy to talk.

"Ms. Hayes, I need you to wake up, do you remember where you are?" The concern is his voice was odd. I squinted my eyes open, seeing this isn't my suite.. I sat up quickly and shoved the suddenly itchy comforter off my body. "Ms. Hayes, you're -"

"It's Noah," I gawked at the mans face, not breaking eye contact. I hated being called that, I'm not old.

"Ok.. Noah?" I nodded my head slowly. "Do you remember what happened here last night?" I bit down on my lip nervously. What is this man talking about? Where is Elle? Where's Cole? Where's Justin? "I'll give you a moment to find your clothes. I'll be right outside the door." My eyes shot down at my body, finding my lady parts were covered by a Victoria Secret bra and the laced material matching thong.

What. The. Fuck.

I heard the sound of the wooden door across the room click shut, and jumped out of the springy bed, hitting the ground hard as fuck. I heard the man shout through the door, asking if I was alright. I winced from the pain in my hip, caused from the contact with cold tile floor. The man began to call for me again, "yes," I scoffed. What is going on? I've never been this confused or hung over in my life, I actually feel dead.

Alcohol and I don't mix, my parents are the same way. It brings out a side of us you'd never imagine, then we crash where ever .. instantly falling dead asleep. That only happens if we drink over our limit and obviously I did last night, but why? How could I let happen? I had climbed up off the ground and after blinking rapidly in search of clear version, I found the black latex mini dress I'd worn last night, which only lead me to more questions.

Why wasn't my dress on? I obviously didn't sleep with anyone, I'd remember that.. Wouldn't I? There were some many questions running through my mind. My head was spinning so fast, I swore I was going to vomit but that could be the alcohol coming up. I sat down on the edge of the small bed, hearing the springs creak beneath me, probably the reason my entire body aches. I crumbled the dress in my hands, this was the last thing I wanted to wiggle into.

I do remember getting dressed last night, I didn't like the feeling of latex against my skin from the moment I put it but Elle, she talked me in to wearing it anyway. Drunk me clearly wasn't having it, which is why I'm hoping it's off my body and not because somebody else took it off. Where is that possible somebody else at? Where is Elle even?

The man tapped on the door rapidly, "Are you dressed ma'am?" I rolled my eyes, an instant reaction when I don't want to be bothered with. I need to know what's going on though, what am I doing here? I reached for the itchy comforter, figuring it was better than the dress right now, and I wrapped it around my body.

"Alright." I spoke loud enough for him to hear, and swallowed slowly, attempting to put out the fire in my throat. It only stung worse.

The mans opened the door way only enough for his body to come in, then he shut it back. That was weird. I realized for the first time now, he was dressed in a policemans uniform, with a gun, handcuffs.. all those things cops were on their belts. He walked over all the various things on the ground, this room is rather messy and there's barely anything in here. He sat down on the bed beside me, I tightened my grip on the blanket wrapped around me. The material was itchy but the scent was comforting.