WHEN I ASKED WHY

( Chapter 25 )

Heeeellllooo from the other siiidddeeeee. :)

Here's a short A/N

I've thought about it for a while since its in my head 24/7 but there will not be a Dan's POV. Sorry to everyone who thought there might be but I think it's just better to stick to one perspective ( Carrie's POV ).

Thanks.

Enjoy this chapter ya'll because someone's coming back!

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We head back to James' place after a very well spent day. The time spent with laughter and cheers is what still keeps me smiling. From the toast to a hilarious speech, Carl invites us with wholeheartedly welcome to his place. After what seems like only a short gathering, ended with joy and happiness. I might add that this was a new experience for me. This might as well be a interesting journey to be on, crazy definately but I'm grateful.

Arriving at a tall building where James lives, I'm a little bit tipsy. I had a few drinks here and there, to think of it... I might've had six drinks in total. But I feel perfect and it has come to my realisation that there's two doors to James flat. Wait... is that correct?

James carries me, both my legs are held together by his muscular arm and his other on my upper body. I swing my arm over his shoulder to prevent myself from falling. My eyes were heavy but I don't feel like sleeping, I feel alive. The headache that's filling my head is only getting worse and I want to vomit. I try to set my vision clear and look up that a handsome man carrying me, I smile. From this angle, he couldn't look any better. So now my eyes feel heavy. I blink and blink still awakening myself when I hear his voice.

"Go to sleep Carrie."

"W-What?" I try to speak, but my body is shutting down. I close my eyes and let myself go. Taken away by the alcohol that's inside me. I let you win. So now let's go to bed.

THE NEXT DAY

I notice myself held no longer by a mascular man, but in a soft, clean and washed matress of his bed. I lay, peacefully, feeling the surroundings, running my hands like a child making an angel on the snow. I open my eyes and it's bright. The curtains are pulled back and the sun's rays shines through the room giving it bright light. I squint at it, my eyes still feeling heavy, my head a little bit painful.

Though something is different with his room. It's... clean. The clothes are neatly packed in the closet, the used ones in a basket. The scattered shoes are set aside. The papers and shattered glasses are away. Wait... did he clean? Did he do this? I look around onces more and see, at the side table a note, saying:

Morning Carrie,

Here's a pill for your headache and a glass of water, take it. It'll help.

-James.

I hold the note high and flip it to its side, I mean, is that it? I look at the table and there's a pill and the glass of water, with no hesitation I take it, gulping the water. So James did his for me, how thoughtful.

I get up and stretch my aching body. I run my fingers through my hair and feel large knots. I definitely need a shower. I look at myself and I'm still wearing last night's clothes and I smell like a cheap drunk. I walk towards the cupboard and get myself a towel. I walk from the bedroom to the bathroom, since this flat doesn't have toilets in their own rooms. I close the door behind me and lock it. I take off my shirt and a sudden scream was let out. I look behind me and I see James shirtless with a towel covering his lower body. My eyes pop out and I cover myself with my towel.

"What are you doing here!?" He asks.

"What are you doing here!?" I stupidly ask. But I thought he might be somewhere else, with the note he left me it clearly means that he's gone. I wander my eyes at his body, searching it like it was a map. The lines of his abs and the muscles and the... What are you doing Carrie! You walked in on him and look at yourself, you're only wearing your bra!

I turn around not to face him and at the corner of my eye I see him run his fingers through his wet, dripping, long, black hair.

"I'm sorry, I t-thought you left." I say, squinting my eyes of embarrassment. Think Carrie! Think!

"Oh, it's because of that stupid note, isn't it?" I hear him curse under his breath. After regaining the energy to face my weakness which are abs, I turn around to face him and before I could let my jaw drop I bite my lip, wrapping the towel around me.

"No no. The note was... thoughtful. Thank you. " I say, proud I might add.

"Oh." He comments.

"Yup." I set my eyes facing the tiled floor and wait for his realisation to go out. He should know it's his queue to leave since he has nothing else to do here. I look back at him and giving him a 'are-you-waiting-for-something?' look but then I realise he's also looking at me. I cough to get his attention.

"Well then, I-I'll just go." He stutters and tighten the towel around him.

"Yeah I think you should." I whisper to him, moving slightly away to give him room to leave. He unlocks the door and gives me a small, nervous smile which I return back.

As he leaves I lock it again, sighing after it was done. My racing heart slows it's pace and I calm myself.

So James has abs...That's something I'm looking forward too.

Focus Carrie, No! I argue with the voice at the back of my head, which by the way is winning. I walk towards the sink after hanging the towel over and splash water on my face.

Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!

I stare at myself in the mirror and set myself to why I came here for and that's the only, good and satisfying reason why. Nothing else. Nothing more, nothing less. So focus and get rid of all the other thoughts you're having because I'm determined.

I sigh once again as now I'm settled. I can take a peaceful and long shower....

Hopefully.