Him and Him and Him... -Book One- {{COMPLETE}}

Chapter Thirty-Five.

I tossed and turned on my bed that night, i couldnt get to sleep because of a number of reasons. First of all, i was sleeping in New York, and i couldnt quite put my head around that fact. Second of all, the bed was too big. And i seriously didn't like it. And third of all..there was a house party going on downstairs.

Yup, thats right, a house party. I know your thinking that i'm crazy for not going, but the only reasons that i aren't going is because it sounds crazy downstairs. 

I sat up slowly in bed and flicked on the bedside lamp beside me, lighting up the room a little as i yawned lightly, covering my mouth as i was doing so. I heard people cheering downstairs, and the music was a bit too loud. Even from up here, it hurt my ears.

I got off my bed and was suddenly thirsty. I groaned lightly as my throat was dry, i didn't want to go and get a glass of water because that meant i had to go downstairs.

I thought to myself for a while. Perhaps Frankie threw a house party today because Margret got called to work about 2 hours ago. Oh God..this party was going on for 2 freakin hours?!

I sighed heavily then stomped my foot on the ground lightly, wondering what to do. The maids were probably asleep right now, or they were helping Frankie downstairs to get the drinks or whatever.

I had no choice but to open the door and make my way downstairs. As i was going downstairs, the strong smell of Alchohol went through my nose. It smelt disgusting, there was no way any of that stuff was going near my lips..at all.

I had to push past people a little, most of them were very drunk. They were stumbling all over the place, most of them getting drunk with their girlfriends or boyfriends probably. I didnt like the sight of this, how could so much teenagers drink alot of Alchohol?

I finally pushed myself past people and made my way to the kitchen, which was suprsingly empty. I sighed a relief and closed the kitchen door, it blanked out a little of the music so i could finally get some peace after 2 hours with struggling to sleep.

I opened the fridge and saw it was loaded with food and drinks. Milkshakes, Coco cola, bottles of water. I took a bottle of water and poured some cold water into a glass, then gulped it down quickly. My throat felt instanly better, this water tasted pretty nice aswell.

"Enjoying yourself?" i heard Frankie's voice say as i turned around and saw he was holding a drunk girl in his arms, clearly talking to her as his eyes were glued to hers. I was wondering who the hell the girl was..and most importanlty how the hell did he come into the kitchen without me hearing?!

"You..are...cute" the girl slurred drunkily then giggled lightly, causing Frankie to laugh a little. He kissed her forehead lightly then finally realised i was in the kitchen. I got caught red-handed, looking at him and the girl.

"Ah..i didn't see you there," he said as he opened the back kitchen door, then litearlly threw the girl out onto the wet grass in the garden. I gasped lightly as he looked at me then closed the kitchen door again, blowing a kiss to the girl who was outside. She was asleep..already.

He then walked over to a cupboard and opened it, revealing stacks and stacks of expensive-looking wine. 

"Want a drink?" he asked me as he clicked one open then poured himself some red wine in a fancy-looking glass. I shook my head quickly then made my way over to the kitchen door, to head back upstairs.

"Why aren't you all over me like other girls?" he asked as his voice sounded curious, i looked over my shoulder at him then raised my eyebrow. Did he really think i was going to fall for him?

"Because all those other girls are idiots, just like you" i said, and with that, i left the kitchen and made my way upstairs to the bedroom i was assigned to by Margret.

I walked past a couple of large bedrooms and couldnt help but stop outside a messy bedroom. Which was clearly Frankie's. At one point, i wanted just to walk away and make my way back to my own bedroom, but i then found myself walking into his bedroom.

And then i looked on his bed, and saw his photoalbums were scattered. I walked over and picked up the pictures, looking at them one by one.

I saw a girl that looked very very familiar. She looked about thirteen years old in this, plus she was holding Frankie's hand in this photo. I looked at her then realised who she was.