Deep Shadows (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

chapter 5

I woke up from my deep sleep because of what appeared to be a phone vibrating. After what seemed like an eternity, the vibration stopped. I don't even open my eyes, I'm too dead and my head is hurting like hell. When I felt my mind wandering, wanting to go back again to sleep, the damn phone vibrate again. I contracted my muscles, contorting my body, slowly, almost without moving, in order to come back to reality.

Before thinking of moving me, I heard someone pick up the phone. At least I think, because the goddamn vibration stopped. At the same time, I felt something go through my head. Like a hand, passing through my hair, wrapping it in the fingers. So slightly.

"Andrew..." I muttered very softly, almost like a whisper. I don't even know if I heard myself or if it was just a thought.

"What?" I think I heard, deep down, someone whispering. The movements in my hair never stopped.

I turned to the opposite side of what I was lying and made an effort to try to open my eyes.

As I'm slowly opening my eyes, I see a black jeans. Then, a little further up, my eyes met a shirtless man with a perfectly muscled belly and tattooed chest. I can see his arms a bit tattooed too. And a small piercing on his left nipple. Why the hell Andrew has tattoos? And a piercing? Does he made ​​them recently? I know he doesn't like these things, it's not his type, so what the fuck? I don't even remember him saying anything to me about it. Damn, I'm sure he doesn't talk to me about it. Why the hell didn't he tell me? He knows I would not oppose me. Fuck, he knows I even beg for him to do it. 

I blinked my eyes to try to continue with my inspection. A little beard on his face caught my attention. It's been so long that I don't see him with beard, he always shaves because, I don't know, I guess he doesn't feel well, although I also like to see him this way. Blue eyes surprised me by being focused on looking at me with intensity. It's a little creepy. I feel observed. What the hell? Are you crazy, Jessie? Blue eyes? Are you sure? You know that is impossible, Andrew has green, blue-gray eyes, so you can't be looking right. My subconscious has reason. But I know what I'm seeing. Is there any possibility of...? I also don't see his hair light brown, caramel brown that I love. It is impossible, this is not...

"James?" Surprise too obvious in my voice. I jumped out of the bed, out of his lap. What the fuck happened here?

"Jessie, what is going on?" James got up from the bed too, and walked toward me. He seems as confused as I am.

 "What is going on? That's what I want to know."

"I don't even know... What you're doing here?" My words came out a little more rude than it was supposed to.

"Don't you remember?" He looks a little offended, maybe.

"No..." Tell me I didn't do any bullshit. Please. 

"Jessie, I..." James was cut off by the damn phone that apparently don't stop ringing.

"Please answer this shit." I'm running out of patience.

"Sorry. Give me a minute then." He walked to the bed and grabbed the phone. He looked at the screen and sighed before finally answer. 

I sat on the end of the bed, looking around, trying to fit all the pieces. I don't know why I don't remember anything. And it is irritating me. I looked at myself and at least I still have my clothes on. So why is he shirtless? 

"What the fuck do you want, dude?" James almost yelled.

He walked from one side to the other, impatiently waiting for the answer.

"I don't answered before because I was and I am busy. Clearly this don't matter to you, judging by the times that you called me. It is always the same thing. Better be important!" He is getting pissed, I can tell.