I'm Not Who You Think I Am (A Jack Maynard FanFic) #Wattys2016

Chapter 33

EMILYS POV

I wake up in a bed that used to be familiar to me when I lived at home

I roll over still covered in my duvet

I quickly push my arm out into the depths of my chilly bedroom to grab my phone off my bedside table

For September it was unreasonably chilly in the mornings

I pull my arm straight back under my covers with my phone in my hand, which I had just unplugged from my charger

I do my morningly checking of my social media

I like a few Instagram pictures, retweet a few tweets, like a few pictures on facebook

You know, the usual

Then I go to snapchat

I see that I had quite a few stories to go through

As I am going through them I skip the ones that I have no interest in and watch the ones that I do

I end up skipping to fast though them all and I only catch a split second of the last story that was on my feed which happened to be Jack's

I go down so I could find his name and I click on the little circle next to his name and his snapchat story appears on my screen

(A/N: This is Jack's story, yes I did mix two stories together but it was for the purpose of this chapter)

Aww poor Jack!

He looks like he had a good time but now he has to stuffer with the consequences

I bring up Jack's contact and I press on the facetime camera

It rings for a few moments before a ceiling appears on my screen

"Jack?" I ask

"Ughhhhh" I hear a groan

I laugh silently

"Are you ok?" I ask quietly

"No" I hear him mumble

"Let me see the damage" I say

The camera shifts slightly, which is obviously Jack picking up his phone

Jack soon comes into view, he is snuggled down in bed, I can only see one of his eyes

"Morning" I say stretching slightly

"Hmmmm" Jack hums

"How much did you exactly drink last night?" I ask with a raise eyebrow

"If I think about how much I drank last night, I think I might throw up" he mumbles running his hand through his hair

"My poor baby" I say rolling on my side and leaning my phone on my pillow

Jack rolls on his side just like I did and he leans his phone on the pillow next to him

"Do you remember much of last night?" I ask

"I'm not Conor, I do remember what happened last night" Jack says with a slight laugh

"Well most of it is on snapchat so I don't feel like I need to ask" I say

"But I'm guessing that in the back of your head, you are wondering if I did anything or something happened?" Jack says raising an eyebrow

"I wasn't going to say that" I mumble