Breaking The Ice

Sleepovers Ain't Always Pillow Fights

(A/N) Late update...school has started (nooooooooooo) but I will try to post a new chapter everyday Saturday. Anyways this is just a filler chapter so it might be boring.

This chapter is dedicated to the lovely TKY_KeiYi who wrote a character inspired by me, I have never been so flattered in my life!

Oh and picture of Reagan Marshall at the side ----->

Chapter 6

'Holy crap!' I jolted up from my sleep. A door somewhere just slammed really hard, reverberating the house. It was four in the morning, whoever it was had no decency! 'Holy crap!' I muttered again, realising I wasn't in my bedroom and took in my unfamiliar surrounding. My hands clutched tightly against the soft white covers as I tried to recollect the incidents of the day before. Surely I wasn't kidnapped, I would've remembered a thing like that. Just to be safe, I lifted up the covers - I was still wearing my mum's dress, thank god!

After the fall down the stairs yesterday, Daniel brought me back to his house, yeah, his very own house. This was totally unfair, the jerks get everything. Anyway, I blew up because I had in mind that after the party, we would go straight back to Maybrooks. In the first place, I didn't think we would make a two hour flight to Los Angeles.

'You didn't say anything about staying over at your house. In Los Angeles!' I yelled, storming through the grand mahogany doors. 'I've had a hell of a day, Haynes! First, you kidnapped me onto your private plane, then you forced me to wear these infernal heels which ultimately resulted in this,' I said, pointing at my face. My patience was thinning by the second - Daniel didn't even bother to look at me while I was talking, he just kept walking. 'Now, you expect me to stay over at your place. You couldn't have told me?'

'I thought you knew,' He said nonchalantly.

I snorted. 'Last time I checked, telling someone you're taking them to your dad's birthday party did not say anything about a sleepover. You could've told me, in a single word like you always do. I didn't frickin' bring anything to change out of and mum's going to go ballistic when she finds out I'm not back. I'm serious, Haynes, my dad is a lawyer and I'm gonna sue you-' I fumed when I realised Daniel wasn't even paying attention. I grabbed a cushion from the sofa and hurled it at him. It was a nice shot, hitting him right in the head but he ignored it as he climbed the stairs. 'Haynes!' I screamed, following him into his room.

Daniel snapped around so suddenly I crashed into his chest. It was so bloody painful, I mean was that his chest or a damn boulder? 'Unless you want to see me change,' he said, already unbuttoning his shirt. 'Get out.'

'Oh um...' I blushed and backed out before I saw anything obscene or superfluous.

Daniel showed up later in the guest bedroom with a first aid kit. So I thought, gee, since when was Daniel Haynes nice? He could have been replaced with a doppelgänger, that would explain a lot. The side of my bed dipped as he sat beside me. I tried to ignore the tingling sensation passing through my body as our knees brushed and focused my gaze on his hands which were rummaging though the kit.

'You don't have to do this,' I said as he unscrewed a tube of medicated cream.

Daniel squeezed some cream onto his fingertip and said, 'Give me your hand.'

I shook my head. 'It's okay, I can do this myself. I just...' My voice faltered when I noticed his glare. I winced as he roughly pulled my arm out but his touch was very gentle as he applied the cream to my bruises. He looked so adorable with his hair falling over his eyes whilst he worked. I had to stop myself from reaching out and pushing his hair aside. 'Daniel,'