Luxe

Zayn

I'm awakened by an obnoxious corny tune.

What the fuck?.

I'm blinded by the light coming through the large bay windows. I squint my eyes as I take in my surroundings. The sheets covering me are a pastel yellow and the room has Christmas lights bordering the light pink walls.

Where am I?

I turn to my side to see a blonde girl laying beside me with her hair spread out behind her.

Oh.

I think to myself as last nights memories come flooding back to me. I remember crashing a party with Tyga and drinking, a lot, I remember seeing some hot chick pole dancing topless. This might be her I guess. I also remember the topless girl asking me to take her for a ride when I told her I had a motorcycle and we ended up going to her place and now I'm here, in between her sheets.

I try to remember what she said her name was, it'll be really awkward if I still can't remember when she wakes up but I can't think over the deafening sound of her alarm, how the heck is she still asleep.

I decide I don't care how awkward things get, her damn alarm is magnifying my headache.

"Hey" I whisper, my voice is raspy and low like it often is when I've just woken up.

She doesn't respond so I decide to gentle tap her shoulder.

She groans and slightly opens her eyes.

"What is it?" She asks turning her back on me and pulling the covers to her ears.

"Can you get your alarm, I feel like my ear drums are about to explode"
I pull the covers off my body and move off the bed to get dressed since my eyes have adjusted to the sunlight.

She sighs and reaches over for her phone, makes a few swipes and the obnoxious music stops.

"Satisfied?" She smiles.

"Yeah, but I'm also gonna need you to get me an Advil please, I might have a hang over"

"Might? With the way you were drinking I'm surprised you're not dead of alcohol poisoning" she blatantly states getting out of bed with nothing on. I look away and she chuckles.

"Zayn, is that right?" I hear her ask from the kitchen and notice her British accent for the first time.

We hadn't done much talking yesterday.

"Yeah" I respond.

"Are you okay?"

"Um yeah.....that was kinda random" I lightly chuckle in response.

"No it's just that I'm a psyche major and I noticed something about you"

Here we go.

She walks into the room with a glass of cold water and a bottle of Advil.

"You're seriously analyzing me?, I don't even know your name".

"It's Hannah, and analyzing is something I've always done, ever since I was a kid, it's why I chose to be a psychologist, it's kind of second nature at this point I really can't help it"