Back Where I Belong

Chapter 13

Zoey's pov

I blink a few times, then look around confused. I was in my bed, at my house. Peyton was snoring softly beside me. But when did we get here?

I glance down and see I'm wearing one of Peyton's shirts and short shorts. Peyton was only in gym shorts. His glasses were on my nightstand, beside our phones.

I reach across my boyfriend and grab my phone. I type my password in, then click on my gallery. I scroll through my pictures, trying to find something from last night. But there was nothing. Pretty much everything that happened last night was fuzzy.

"Damn," Peyton mutters, slowly opening his eyes. He blinks, then reaches over to grab his glasses. He slides them onto his face, then holds his head, rubbing his temples.

"Do you have any asprin?" He asks sounding miserable, "my head is killing me." I nod, then climb out of bed. The cold air hits my bare legs, making me shiver. I cross my bedroom, over to my bathroom. I grab the advil, then two bottles of water from the mini fridge in the corner of my room.

"Here babe," I say, handing him two pills and a water. Peyton happily accepts them, then swallows the pills. He chugs down the remainder of the water bottle. The tosses it into the recycle bin I have in my room. I take an advil, then sip on my water.

"Do you remember anything that happened last night?" I ask my boyfriend, leaning against his chest.

"No. It's really weird though. I normally have an awesome memory," Peyton replies, a frown on his lips.

I nod, "Me too. And I remember absolutely nothing. And there's nothing on my phone either."

"I'll check mine. Then we can go ask the boys. Maybe one of them knows what the hell happened," Peyton says grabbing his phone. I nod.

"Nothing on here. No pictures or texts. And I haven't posted anything on social media since Thursday either," he informs me. I groan, then climb out of bed again. Peyton follows my lead.

"Babe, before we go talk to my brothers, you might want to put a shirt on," I warn.

"But you stole my shirt," Peyton whines, gesturing to the shirt on my body.

I roll my eyes, "You can live without it. Now hurry up." He grumbles, but grabs a plain red tee shirt and puts in on.

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"Nope. I had gotten a text from Zoey saying that you two were going home. When I got home, I went in, checked on you two, and then went to bed," Michael answers.

"I must've deleted the text from my phone. It's not on there anymore," I mutter to myself, double checking my messages. Still nothing.

And we had found nothing out from the boys either. Other than that I apparently texted them all, saying that me and Peyton were going home.

So what the hell happened last night?