One Last Kiss {Book Three}

Chapter 4

***How's everyone reacting to Death of a Bachelor? What's your favorite song? I personally want to say all of them but if I had to choose it would be either Golden Days, Emperor's New Clothes, or Crazy=Genius

And as of right now, Spencer doesn't have the addiction problem. I don't know if I'm going to add it in later, but not at the moment.***

Throughout the entirety of the night, I only took one sip of the white wine Brendon had offered me. He had questioned my choice quite a few times though. Each time I always replied with a not really feeling it kind of mood. I honestly didn't think that he would fall for it, but he did. But then again, he had a few glasses by that point so he wasn't exactly himself.

I had hardly slept all night, paranoid about the whole situation. I just don't know how Brendon would react. He was never really one to ever mention he would actually want something like this. But then again, he never said he didn't.

6:35 am. Once again, I had been emptying my stomach for what seemed like forever. I hated this. My head felt as if it was being hit repeatedly with a bat. My body was shaking as I was trying my hardest not to collapse onto the floor. How long does this horrific morning sickness last? I don't know if I can take anymore of this.

"Hannah?" Brendon's voice echoed from the outside of the door."Everything okay?" There was that slight grogginess in his voice as he spoke. Fuck, he heard me. Do I come clean? I don't know if I can. It would put more stress on his shoulders that he didn't need. Especially not with him leaving for his tour in a week.

"Uh yeah." Quickly reacting, I flush the toilet and get to my feet. "I don't think the pizza agreed with me last night." Standing there waiting for a response, I bite my lip hoping he'd buy it.

"Well you did eat more of it than usual." His tone seemed as if he was on edge, but enough to make me think he took the bait.

"Y-Yeah. That must be it." I reply. "I'll be back to bed in a minute." But first, this wretched taste needs to escape my mouth.

After I brushed my teeth about three times and my stomach better than it had been, I opened the bathroom door and peaked out to see if Brendon was still there. But he wasn't. As I walked back into the bedroom, I see that he's already back to laying in bed. His glasses were resting on the bridge of his nose as his face was illuminated by his cell phone in his hand. Must just be casually scrolling through shit like always, though I would have expected him to be sleeping again.