Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Self Control

Grayson's P.O.V.

What time is it? What day is it? Am I dead?

I wish.

I woke up this morning with a pounding headache and no Skylar. It doesn't really get any worse than that.

Why isn't she here?

The party! Did something happen? Did she get hurt? What if she got drunk and slept with some asshole?

No. She wouldn't do that. She doesn't drink anyways.

I roll over in the bed, instantly regretting my decision as the pounding raises in volume and speed.

I clumsily reach for my phone, missing the first three times. Once I finally get it, I notice a small, blue note taped to the front.

Morning babe,

         Don't freak out or anything. I'm fine, and I didn't sleep with anyone last night. Neither did you. I'll explain everything later, but for now, just sleep. I left a glass of water and two aspirin on the table, and I'll bring you breakfast at nine. I love you so much.

                     -Your super hot girlfriend ;)

I chuckle softly at the ending. That is definitely my princess. I smile and put the note back down, taking the pills quickly.

She's so perfect.

I need her. I don't want to sleep. I just want Skylar.

With that thought circling through my mind, I ungracefully roll from the bed and to my feet, staggering a bit in the process.

I trudge slowly out of my room and down the hall, gradually remembering how to walk normally. As I reach the stares, I take a deep breath before taking the first step.

Left. Right. Left. Right. Repeat.

Made it.

I walk as quietly as possible into the kitchen, smiling as I see Skylar by the stove in one of my shirts.

I silently make my way toward her and snake my arms around her waist. She jumps slightly, then relaxes as she figures out who I am.

"Good morning, my super hot girlfriend." I say jokingly.

She giggles softly. "Hello my boyfriend who should be in bed."

I let out a childish whine and nuzzle my head into the crook of her neck.

"I don't want to be in bed, I want to be with you."

"You didn't want to be with me last night." She mutters.

I pull away slightly. "What are you talking about?"

She turns around in my arms and smirks. I raise and eyebrow, making her step out of my arms and grab her phone.

Missing her warmth, I re-wrap my arms around her waist as she taps the screen a few times.

She twists around and shoves her phone in my face. I stagger back slightly and grab the phone while she goes back to making our breakfast.