Anna (Go To Him) ~The Beatles fan fiction~

~Chapter Two~

When I woke up, in what I thought was morning, I felt awful. My head was pounding from a horrible headache and my body was on fire, I blame the hangover. I could only just remember what happened the day before, but the events after I left my apartment were foggy. Concerning thoughts entered my mind, as I thought of what I could've done in my intoxicated state, and none of these thoughts were pleasant.

With a groan, I brought the soft bed's covers closer to my tired form, if that was even possible, and buried my face in to the fluffy pillow. A funny scent surrounded the covers and my body, as I sniffed the velvety fabric of the pillow. I expected to draw in a scent of my favourite flowery washing powder, but instead the pillow was soaked in men's cologne and a faint smell of cigarettes. It was a strange and, weirdly, pleasant smell.

Swiftly, my eyes shot wide open, the headache forgotten almost instantly, and I bolted out of the warm bed's comfort. A feeling on anxiety and fear crawled in my gut, as I was faced with an unexpected sight. The room ahead of me did not belong to me, the room's size alone was much smaller than mine, and the interior, of it, reminded me of a hotel room. A double sized bed, covered in red sheets, and a dark, wooden dresser was placed against a wall on my right. On my left, however, a small, glass coffee table was positioned next to a comfy looking armchair.

A chilly gust of wind swept past my still form, making goose bumps appear on my pale skin, the dress, I was wearing, being useless in protecting me from the cold. Cautiously, I walked towards the large window where the forest green curtains were swaying in the wind. As quietly as I could, I closed the window firmly shut and retreated, scared that something would burst into the room.

"Think, Anna. Think." my hoarse voice whispered, as I brought the palms of my hands to my face. Several thoughts and scenarios ran through my mind, hoping that I could recall even the smallest detail which could explain in what kind of mess I have gotten myself into.

How did I get here? Well, I couldn't possibly know that, could I? Since all I remember is leaving my apartment to get a drink or two. I groaned at myself in annoyance, as the inner conflict, in my mind, was getting me no where. Who brought me here? Another question I can't answer due to my memory loss. Was I really that desperate, to let a man bring me to his home? That could explain the hotel room, but I'm still fully dressed.

A sound of a door opening and many voices talking at once, was what snapped me out of my inner rant, as dread took its place in my head. I stood there, frozen, unable to move, my hands gripping the material of my dress in reassurance. I'm not sure for how long I just stood there, but soon the voices quieted down and I could hear footsteps approaching the room I was in.

I didn't know what to do. Whether I should act casually, as if any of this didn't bother me, or should I continue looking like an animal who has never seen the outside world and has been set free. However, I didn't have the chance to make the decision, due to the dark, wooden door, before me, opening.

So I just stood there, like an idiot, with my eyes wide open, as a young man walked into the room. He was a really good looking man, may I say. My green eyes quickly took a notice of his appearance, for he was wearing a fitting, collarless suit in a light, grey colour. As my eyes travelled up, they lingered on his hair for a while, it was somewhat a strange hair style, none of the guys I have ever met in my life had such bizarre haircuts. And then I was met with two hazel orbs, framed with long eyelashes and perfectly shaped eyebrows.

"Oh! You're awake!" a cheery voice came over his small lips, revealing a smile made of slightly crooked teeth. He didn't seem to have any intention in harming me, making my racing heart slow down from the relief. However, we still had an issue in hand, I didn't know who this man was and why I was here.