The Coffee Connection [ON HOLD]

[7] Pulled Me Through

I'm so so so sorry for the insanely late update :| Oh god I'm totally pissed at myself for not having updated for long. Reasons? College got hectic as faaaaccckkk and I also had a bit of writers' block, so . . . hopefully, this won't be happening much:) 

Good news is that I have the next two chapters written up already and just to make up for the insanely late update, I'll be uploading the next two chapters soon enoughhhh.

Song of the chapter is Carry You by Union J just because I'm so bloody addicted to it<3

Enjoy chapter seven. Have a nice day :) xo

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The next morning, around eleven, Ashley took a deep breath before ringing the bell to Sameer's apartment. 'What a perfect way to start off a Sunday morning,' she thought wryly. Tapping her foot impatiently, she waited for the man she was the closest to, to open the door for her. She looked up expectantly as she heard the sound of the doorknob turning.

"Oh, hey Ash," Sameer said happily. "What brings?"

She shook her head. "Can I come in?"

"Why do you even have to ask?" he chuckled before stepping aside. "Come on in."

The brunette stood silently as Sameer locked the door shut. Glancing around his apartment, Ashley noted for the billionth time the fact that his apartment looked extremely lived in, warm and welcoming, unlike her home.

"Let's go sit- you look like you need to talk," he said before slipping him hand into that of Ashley's, and leading her towards the kitchen counter. "Actually, I need to talk to you too."

"Sure."

"About last evening . . ." Sameer began once the two were seated in their places, but Ashley beat him to it.

 "I don't believe you didn't tell me! " she exclaimed at Sam who was sitting on the barstool next to her, leaning on the kitchen island. "You and I, we've known each other for so long and yet you couldn't tell me that you knew Zac through your client, who is his team-mate," she said in a low, angry voice. "I told you everything, Sam, and yet you couldn't tell me that you and Zac were best buddies because of a common friend."

"I would have told you about it, but then I figured you might not want to talk about Zac."

Ashley swallowed. He was right- she didn't want to talk about Zac." You could've at least informed me that you know this guy. Just telling me that little bit on information doesn't mean that we would have talked about him."

"Don't you mean to say had you known of Zac and I being close, you wouldn't have told me all that you did, about whatever went down between you two?" Sameer asked, now getting a little worked up. Couldn't she see how she was over-reacting?

"That too," Ashley snapped.

"Ash," he exhaled sharply. "The day we met in the club, you and I, you had told me more than half of the things to do with you and Zac- you know it," Sameer said as his mind went back to the day he had met the brunette.

"I was drunk," Ashley said in her defence, as she vividly recalled the morning after the night she had passed out in Sameer's arms.

Ashley stirred slightly as her head throbbed as if there was a hammer moulding iron into shape by striking it hard, repeatedly. Concluding that the bed she was in, right then, was too comfortable, the brunette decided to sleep in for a few minutes more.

What she didn't know was that it wasn't her bed. Nor did she know that she wasn't in her apartment and was somewhere else altogether.

Stretching her hands out above her head, Ashley yawned widely as she squeezed her eyes shut tight. "Damn this hangover," she mumbled incoherently as she buried her face further down into the pillow and pulled the comforter over her head.