when we collide ✰ l.h.

Chapter 6

I woke up to the sun beaming through my thin curtains. My arms immediately went over my eyes, shielding the bright light from hurting my eyes too much. I groaned and rolled over, seeing that there was a big empty space next to me. It looked like someone had slept there then I began remembering what when on last night.

The first thing that popped into my mind was going to Cianna's, obviously. Then I started thinking about how I actually didn't have a headache and then that's when I looked down to see that I was in just a t-shirt, Ellis' to be exact. From there I guessed that Ellis had shown up at Cianna's, since he had known her as well, and came back home with me. I remembered him showing up to my front door and giving me a bag of my things right before we left, so it was the only plausible explanation to me. Everything after leaving the closet with Luke was just a complete blur. I remembered things like having a conversation with a random, but i don't remember coming home. 

I sat up and looked around, squinting my eyes as they still hadn't adjusted to the bright light. I ran a hand through my knotted bangs which had motivated me to get up and clean myself up. My legs felt extremely heavy as I walked to my bathroom, which I had expected. With a flip of the switch I was exposed to my reflection and immediately decided to take a shower from one look at the smudged eyeliner I failed to remove from last night.

I searched around for a towel and was unable to find one. My hands rubbed over my face, feeling more awake by now. I blinked a few times before deciding to put on a pair of pants and grab a few towels from the laundry room. 

I picked up my phone from my bedside table and walked towards Luke's room to say good morning, only to find him gone. I shrugged it off, guess that he'd parted ways with me at the party. I walked in the living room in hope to see Ellis, but was surprised that he wasn't since he usually stays around after he spends the night. I frowned, walking into the kitchen and still not spotting him. Just as I turned into the laundry room I heard the front door slam, followed by a few profanities.

I popped my head out of the door frame, grinning as I was expecting to meet the face of my boyfriend, but rather found Luke with his nose shoved into his phone. He was dressed in just a t-shirt and jeans, not even long sleeves in the 45 degree weather.

"Warm?" I asked, watching him flinch as I suggested he didn't know I was home. He looked up in my direction and let his eyes land on me. He looked pissed off, but sometimes that was actually just how his natural expression was. I raised an eyebrow at him as I took in his rosy cheeks and how this tip of his nose and ears matched.

He mumbled a few words that I couldn't make out, tossing his phone onto the couch and rubbed his arms as he stepped into the kitchen. I heard him fiddling around with a few things as I pulled out the fresh new towels from the dryer, tossing them over my shoulder.

"Hey Luke?" I called out. He didn't answer me, but I knew he was literally right behind me so it was obvious he was ignoring me. I stood up straight and turned into the kitchen to find him with his head buried in his hands as he sat at the table. "Luke." I plainly states, wanting to get his attention.

"What?" He harshly said, picking up his head and not even looking at me. I was taken back by his reply, we had never been legitimately mad at each other so this was new to me and also kind of scary.

"Are you okay?" I sheepishly asked, not wanting to make him more upset. He rubbed his temples, still not looking back at me. I started picking at my nails from the anxiousness of waiting to see how he'd react.

"I'm fine." He bluntly told me as he finally turned around in his chair to face me. I let out my breath that I didn't realize I was holding in. I changed the subject, seeing that he was obviously irritated.