Life of a Star (Greyson Chance FF)

FLASH 44-Complicated

BELLE

Light through the window was the first one to alarm me that I was not in my hotel room. A great pang of pain shot me in the head causing me to clutch it with my hands. Great, I’m having a really great hangover. I lifted my head up to see the decorations up there. It only had a modern crystal chandelier with four lights switched off at the moment. Looking around the place it had only a small bar counter and three modern barstools which were all colored white. On the right side were two bean bags which had a black and white theme.

“You’re awake…”

That voice… I know that voice.

“What are you doing here?” a hoarse voice escaped from my lips. Dang, the drink really affected my throat.

“Absurd question. It’s like asking someone what they are doing in their own home.” He says, plopping down on one of his bean bags while chewing a gum and finally gave me a cocky look. What the hell.

I rolled my eyes, getting annoyed, “Whatever. Wait, did you just…change my clothes?”

“Apparently, you’re naked in this state.”

I was stunned; my jaw had just dropped on the floor. I couldn’t believe what he was telling me but I also realized that there was no single garment I had underneath and that was probably the reason why my body’s stiffening in the moment.

With full courage, I spoke, “You…me…we…uh did…it?”

He nodded.

I slapped my forehead against my hand in frustration. Why did I gave in so easily? Why did I let that bastard took it so damn freely?

He frowned. He must’ve studied my expression. “Look, I was out of control last night. And you were begging me to do it---“

My eyes grew to the size of a flying saucer upon hearing those words. “I did?”

He nodded again. This time I didn’t interrupt him. It wouldn’t be that bad to hear things from last night, right? “…so you begged for it and I didn’t really want to but you tempted me. And so it happened. We were both drunk. I couldn’t stop myself too.”

I was really disappointed to myself. I was being a slutty woman who was completely different from one who has dignity and is being feared by many. My hands crumpled the sheets in anger. It wouldn’t be really bad if I slept with someone who was not him. It wouldn’t be so bad. But come to think of it. Seven years of heartache and suffering, seven years of healing and now it’s useless just because I got laid with someone who lied, played, and cheated.

His eyes met mine once again, full of sadness, innocence and pain. I don’t want to fall for him again. Not this time around.

“I’m leaving.” I informed him and emitted a small groan because it really hurts down there and because of this tremendous headache.

“No, you don’t have to.” He bit his lower lip and drew himself closer to where I was.

“You got a cold. And that’s why you’re having a sore throat right now. It drizzled last night.” He explained.

“Let me cook you something for lunch.”

I shook my head rapidly, “No need.”

“I’m the boss here. Whether you like it or not, stay.” He surely must’ve copied my gestures and the way I talked yesterday. Except for the soothing and worried voice he’s using. Aish. Stop it, Belle.

He rushed to his small kitchen on the side and while he was busy, I stuffed my mind with some thoughts to wonder. Like why does the fish have fins? Something weird like that. I don’t know what exactly had gotten into my mind. Minutes later, he came back to me holding a tray of corn stew which has been cooked about a minute ago.

“Try this. It’ll help your throat get better.”

Is it only my imagination or did he really just said that because he was concerned?

Snap out of it, Belle. You’re thinking too much.

I shook the thought away and got the bowl from him. His hands were in contact with his phone and soon enough, I find myself staring at him. Why? I don’t know the reason too.

For a couple of minutes, I stayed like that. Until I snapped out of my own pool of thoughts. He was already asleep and I willingly washed the dishes in the sink and placed them to where they belong. I quickly got my clothes and put them on right away after doing the chores. I walked in the living room with my eyes set upon him, the angel who promised not to hurt me but he did and now he’s crawling back to my arms again. Is it time I should forgive him?

I don’t know.

Next thing, I found myself slowly walking away from where he was.

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A/N:  I already have plans for this story. But I kinda lost inspiration that's why it's taking too long. And I think this story's gonna end on the last day of April (not really sure)