My Little Lachy ♡ CraftBattleDuty/Lachlan Fanfiction

Chapter 80: Morning After

•Next Morning, 10 a.m.; Maddie's Bedroom•

~Maddie's POV~

I was conscious yet my eyes weren't open. Not yet. I lied with my back on the soft mattress while I tried to grasp onto any remaining memories I have of last night.

I couldn't remember much of last night, I know that I went to a party that Vikk invited Ally, Lachlan and I to and I bumped into Violet there. That was the only two pieces of information that was clear and made sense.

Everything else moved too fast or wasn't clear enough to recall.

The room I was in was silent, the only sound being my breathing.

Blankets were pulled up to my neck and my head was placed neatly on the pillow.

What if I wake up with bruises? Or worst, naked?

A cold chill ran down my spine. What if I was raped? What if someone had hurt me? What if I lost my virginity to a complete stranger?

I'd never in my life had to worry about these situations in the morning and I don't like the feeling.

Gathering up the very little courage I had left in me, I opened my eyes; looking around the unknown room.

Boxes. There was a lot of boxes. White walls. Crisp white walls. No curtains. Who the hell doesn't have curtains in their room? Wait, boxes? White walls? Missing curtains? I'm in my room! But how did I get here? And on this bed?

I took a look to the left and saw my iPhone that was charging on my bedside table. I had taken it to the party so someone had definitely put it there.

I lifted up Ally's fluffy purple blanket and looked down at my body.

Why am I wearing Lachlan's Drake sweater? Oh my god! What if Lachlan and I had sex? And I didn't remember? I HAD SEX WITH LACHLAN AND I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER!?

Now really curious as to what happened, I sat up in bed and pulled off my phone from its charger.

As I turned on my phone, I frowned when all notifications were social media related. No iMessages from anyone.

Suddenly the bedroom door flew open causing me to whip my head up to the doorway; seeing Lachlan, holding a steaming white mug, who looked both surprised yet relieved to see me awake.

"Hey" he greeted, placing his hand over his mouth as he kicked the door closed.

"Hey" I greeted back slowly.

"I made you tea," Lachlan announced, setting down the mug on the bedside table as he approached me, "how you feeling?"

"Thanks. I'm feeling pretty good. Very confused though" I admitted.

"About what happened last night?" Lachlan interjected as he had a seat beside me, placing a fist over one side of his mouth while leaning on his elbow.

Why is he covering his mouth?

I nodded slowly, preparing myself both mentally and physically for the information as I started to sip the hot Red Rose tea.

"Well long story short, you were sick to your stomach, passed out and then I beat the living shit out of a guy" Lachlan recapped simply.

Hearing the shocking news, I swallowed my tea too fast causing me to start coughing uncontrollably.

Once I had calmed down, I looked at Lachlan with wide eyes.

"What!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, someone drugged you at the bar. One of the guys who was friends with some girl who said she brought you to the bar. Apparently he thought it was fun to put a little stuff in your drink so that you can live a little" he explained.

"What about me wearing your sweater?" I asked.

"After you both vomited and passed out, I changed your shirt. Nice choice of bra by the way" he smirked.

"Thank you" I blushed and he let out chuckle.

"What about the bed? Last time I checked we were fighting over it instead of actually building the damn thing" I laughed, running my hands over the white sheets.

"Well, when we came back here, Vikk and I quickly put it together. I'm actually surprised that it didn't break down yet" Lachlan chortled.

"So about that fight?" I trailed off, trying to dip into the unspoken topic.

"What's there to talk about? I talked to the asshole, he starting insulting you so I threw a few punches at him, knocked him to the ground and as Vikk pulled me away from him, I warned the guy to never to come near you again or he'll fucking regret it" Lachlan described nonchalantly.

"What about the reason you're covering your mouth?" I pressed.

He shifted uncomfortably. "What about my mouth? It's just a pimple!" he lied, his voice raising a higher pinch.

"Lachlan. Let me see" I pleaded, pulling at his forearm.

"It's nothing though. It's just a litt-" Lachlan tried to convince but stopped abruptly when I finally pulled his hand away from him mouth; revealing the large bruise that he had tried to hid.

"Oh my god Lachlan! He did this to you?" I gasped, examining the purple, blue and black bruise that painted his jawline and near his lips.

"It's fine" he shrugged.

"No, it's not! It looks really bad," I cried, brushing my fingertips against the damaged skin before looking up into his crystal blue eyes,"you didn't need to pick a fight for me."

"Yes I did. You just passed out in front of me," his eyes started to water, "last night, I thought I could have lost you."

I pulled him into a hug as he hugged me back tightly.

"I'm not going anywhere Lachlan. I promise," I mumbled into his shoulder, "I'm sorry for what I said yesterday. I do trust you."

He let out a sniff as we pulled back and I wiped a single tear that feel down his face. "No, I'm sorry. You're right, I haven't given you a reason to trust me. After what happened last night, I promise to give you every reason to start trusting me again."

Without saying anything, I simply pulled him back into a hug. I didn't need to say anything.

He knew how gratefully I was for him.