Betrayal | A Dobsley Fanfiction

Chapter 19 ¦ Drunk words speak sober minds part 1

Nina's P.O.V

I feel the blinding sun suddenly hit my eyes, covering them as a shield, I look up to see Paul opening the curtains and standing infront of me with his hands on his hips. "Come on, up."

"Nooo, leave me alone." I groan pulling the blanket over my head, as Paul starts pulling it off of me, I finally acknowledge the fact that I'm sleeping in Paul's bed. I quickly get up and look around the room, some of my clothes have been laid out on a chair in the room, my suitcase propped up against the grey charcoal wall and my shoes were lined up by the door, organised by heel height. "Paul..."

He smiles before grabbing my hand and dragging me out of bed, into the bathroom. "You get dressed, we can talk afterwards at breakfast." He exits the room, leaving me dumbfounded.

I slowly walk into the bathroom, my head pounding and my hair a complete mess. I rub eyes and look down to see black marks all over them

Great, I probably look like a monster.

I open the first draw to find a brush I could use, instead I see my makeup all organised, hair ties in one place and a my white marble brush with a unicorn on the back, in the corner of the draw. "What?" I put my hands on my head and try to stop a huge smile appearing on my face.

He did all of this?

I turn to look in the shower and see my multiple shampoos and conditioners stacked in the corner. I immediately hop in, dry myself off, and wear Paul's nightgown which was already hung behind the door. I brush my hair, quickly putting on some light makeup, before rushing out the door to get dressed. I slip on some denim shorts, a black knitted tshirt and throw over a denim jacket. 

After looking at myself twice (maybe more times) in the mirror, I speedwalk to the kitchen to see Paul flipping pancakes at the stove. I run behind and jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist, "You're the best friend ever you know that?" I quickly get off not wanting to make it uncomfortable for him. Paul turns around, his hero hair already groomed, wearing a white shirt with a balck denim jacket on top. "Yeah I already knew that." He laughs before turning back around to focus on the pancakes.

I lightly shake my head before asking, "Anything for me to do?"

"Set the table?"

I grab two plates from the cabinet, still remembering where things are, taking orange juice and two water bottles out from the fridge along with cutlery from the draw. "All set."

"Perfect. I'll be two minutes."

"It's okay, what do you want with your pancakes?" I ask, even though secretely I already knew.

Chocolate with strawberries and a sprinkle of icing sugar.

"Chocolate with strawberries and a sprinkle of icing sugar."  

I smile before cutting the strawberries into smaller pieces and melting chocolate in the microwave. "Hey, where do you keep the icing sugar?" This, I actually didn't know.

"Third cabinet near the fridge." I hear Paul say as he puts the pancakes on our plates before putting the pan in the sink.

I open the cabinet to see the icing sugar right at the top, I stand on my tiptoes but my fingers barely reach the top. "Here, let me help you." Paul says behind me. I move out of the way giving Paul space but he moves closer so I can smell his deodrant. "There you go." 

"Thanks." I smile up at him, he moves his head closer but then Paul's phone goes off. He sighs as he looks at me one last time before taking his phone out to check what the message is.

I then turn around and grab a lemon out of the fridge and start squeezing the juice out of it for me. I put everything on the table and sit down waiting for Paul to join too.

He returns a few minutes later and sits down  apprehensively, avoiding my eyes. "Paul? Hey, Paul, look at me."

He finally looks up, the colour had drained out of face and I see the worried look in his eyes.

"Hey what's wrong? What was the text about?"

Paul looks away and clears his throat before getting up and pacing around the room.

"Paul, please stop pacing and tell me what's wrong." I plead before getting up and pulling him to the couch.

He eventually looks up at me, a feeling of remorse and sympathy radiating from his face. "Its Phoebe, she's-she's coming here at 1pm, to stay."

I sit there in shock, not knowing what to say or do. When finally, after a few minutes of complete silence, I manage to choke out an answer.

"Oh."

A/N:
so i know that the chapter name doesn't make sense with this chapter but it will when it comes to part two 🙈
i just wanted to split the chapter in half.
next chapter it'll be Paul's p.o.v and we'll see the reaction he has when he gets the text and what he replies.
Also yes, they are still friends and yes, Nina is very open and daring.

until next time 💓