Taylor Lautner, Really?

Flight Risks

Morgan's POV

     I regained consciousness extremely groggy and with a major headache. My eyelids cracked open and I sat up, slightly confused. Looking around, I saw that I was in a messy, large room. With my head still throbbing, I shoved the covers off of me. I heard a grunt and then I looked over to see an attractive, muscular guy open his eyes and look at me. He smiled with the most shiny, white teeth in existence, and the sweetest little dimple on the side of his cheek. I giggled but then I realized why he was smiling. I was naked. What the actual fuck happened last night. Oh yeah, I went all vindictive, slutty, party-girl last night. Oops.

    "Uh, um, hi" I said awkwardly as I snatched up the first piece of clothing that I saw, which happened to be a men's shirt, and slipped it over my head.

    "Hey, you want breakfast?" He questioned with a raspy morning voice. I giggled again then nodded. He slid his legs out from under the comforter and pulled on some shorts. I couldn't really help but notice his 6-pack and canyon-deep v lines. He stood gracefully up and offered me a hand. I held on and pulled myself up, I was about to let go when he pulled me into his warm chest. I stood there as he hugged me, enjoying the warmth. After about a minute, he let go and pulled me along into the kitchen. The kitchen wasn't too big with granite counters and stainless-steel applaiences. It looked modern and simple. He grabbed out some ingerdients and turned on a griddle as I zoned out.

    I thought of Taylor and Alex, in Australia, probably hooking up and having an amazing time. I wondered if Taylor saw my twitter pictures, I wondered if he was jealous, I wondered if he thought of me at all. Alex was the only one who had said goodbye, and she really didn't even do that, she left a note saying where she was going, that's it. Taylor hadn't even had the decency to say anything. I knew he was doing this because of Alex, but i hated it. As much as I want t deny it I can't any longer. I do have feelings for Taylor and it literally kills me to see him with Alex, best friend or not. I want him, i want him badly. Maybe I should call him and talk to him.

    I immediately grabbed for my phone, but realized that it was out of battery. I ran to find a charger, finding one back in the bedroom. Iplugged it in and waited a few minutes before the little apple appeared on the screen and it turned on. I went into my contacts and found Taylor. Pressing the call button, I waited, and waited, and waited, until finally I heard talking and a voice saying "SHUT UP GUYS I HAVE A CALL", then a hello.

    "Hey." I said lamely.

    "Morgan? What is it? Is something wrong? What happened, are you alright?" He shot 100 questions at me rapidly as if he were worried already.

    "Oh, um no. Nothing happened, I just needed to talk to you. I needed to say something and I don't think I'll have the courage to tell you in person. So here goes nothing. Ok well basical-" I was cut off by someone slamming into a door, yelling and cussing, and then a smack. I didn't know what to do so I listened carefully. It sounded like there was about six people and one girl. Alex. Then, there was a voice that I knew all too well from all the singing and interviews and the movie. Zayn Malik.

    "Sorry Taylor will have to call you back there are some troubles." He quickly hung up and the phone went silent.

    "Dammit." I said under my breath.

    "Hey, what happened to you. You just ran off. Oh, uh, and the food is done." The guy walked up behind me and said. I forgot his name because obviously I was 100% wasted last night and don't remember much.

    "Oh, I had to call a friend and my phone died. So I used your charger, I hope you don't mind. Sorry, uhhh"

    "Nate." He finished my sentence for me.