Promise the stars

Handle my lady business

S.O.T.D: DRUNK- ED SHEERAN (ALSO LOOOVE SHAWN MENDES' COVER OF THIS)

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After our little encounter, I clambered to the bathroom in a fit of desperation. I honestly felt suffocated lying at the feet of Chandler. I hadn't been in the bathroom for too long before I realized that there was a problem. A problem I hadn't prepared for.

"Ethan" I whispered gently nudging his sleeping form.

"No Beyonce, I'm tired right now" He mumbled turning over, "Later"

"No, it's me" I hissed trying to stay quiet.

"Well, you're just going to have to wait your turn Mila" was his sleepy reply.

"God, your impossible" I sighed giving up. I was ready to make my way over to Chandler before noticing the death grip he had on his pillow. I shivered uncomfortably before setting my eyes on the last bed.

"Andrew" This time, I slapped his arm urgently.

"Go away, Harper. I'm sleeping" He mumbled softly not even flinching from the slap.

"You just spoke to me, you brain dead octopus"

"Very clever comeback" He sighed as if I were being a nuisance. Which I probably was.

"I need your help right now" I snapped as he slowly turned onto his back and widened his bright eyes.

"The Harper Dale is asking me for help?" he asked shocked.

"Yes, she is"

"Well in that case" He murmured gently, "no"

"Excuse me?!" I hissed.

"You don't speak English?" He grumbled, "I said NO, Which is the opposite of YES"

I rolled my eyes at him, practically blowing smoke out of my ears.

"Listen, I've never been out to California before and I don't know where I'm supposed to go. It's three in the morning and I just need you to take me to CVS or Wal-Mart, or something"

"Here's the problem" he said sitting up in his bed, "I don't want to help you"

I didn't want to have to do this.

"Listen, you little dip wad, I just got my period and I'm tampon less. So, unless you want me to use your bed sheets, you'll get up and take me where I need to go so I can deal with my lady business" I said through slightly gritted teeth.

I watched as his eyes flashed in anger and then something else took over. I had to strain to see but I swore his cheeks had turned pink. Andrew Gold was, indeed, uncomfortable.

"Get your shoes" He grumbled sliding out of his bed and not looking at me.

He was wearing his boxer briefs and nothing else, and I had to avert my eyes as, now, I was the uncomfortable one. I mainly looked away because I didn't want to have to witness the rock hard abs that decorated his torso, or the fact that his arms looked so incredibly strong and able. I also didn't want to acknowledge the fact that I was acknowledging the fact that Andrew definitely spent time in the gym. Time that was paying off indefinitely...

"Take a picture, it'll last longer" Andrew said snarkily throwing on his jeans and a plaid shirt that he didn't bother buttoning up.

"Wouldn't wanna break the lens" I smiled slowly pulling on my black chuck Taylor's, "You're nothing to write home about"

With a shake of his head, he threw the hotel door open, not bothering to hold it open for me, and made his way to the elevator.

"You got the keys right?" I mumbled wrapping my black cardigan around me tightly as the hallways were over air conditioned.