Breathe (Anthony Trujillo)

*16

I squint my eye's as the bright sun shines prominently through the window above Anthony's bed. Erika comes in the room with my ringing phone in her hand.

"Logan is calling you."

She whispers, because Anthony is still asleep. I rub my eyes and take my phone from Erika as she stands there.

"Hello?"

I answer stretching my arms.

"Hey! When do you get back from Italy again?"

He ask's way too happily at 6 in the morning.

"I got back yesterday. What's up?"

I answer sitting up slowly.

"Could you come in today, for you know your assistant job?"

He asks. I furrow my eyebrows confused.

"What?"

"The job you told me you would take when we were at the airport."

He explains in a duh tone.

"Ohhh! Yeah, sorry. What time?"

I answer when it clicks.

"An hour?"

"Hour and a half?"

I question back needing more than an hour to shower and get back home to change. I hear him sigh.

"Okay, okay, an hour and a half."

"Okay, see you then."

I hang up and look at Erika.

"Why is Logan calling you?"

She questions me, glancing at Anthony. I sigh rolling my eyes, she really thinks I'm cheating on Anthony.

"I told him I would be his new assistant since Ayla left."

She nods leaving the room.

"Okay?"

I mumble to myself while laying my head across Anthony's bare chest. I lightly run the tip of my finger in spirals around his torso, I feel him move slightly and wrap his arm around me.

"What time is it?"

He asks, his voice hoarse.

"Its 6 something, but are you getting a cold?"

I feel him shrug. I sit up and pull myself up by his head. I lay the back of my hand over the top of his forehead.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're getting sick."

He sighs.

"I gotta shower and go home and get ready, Logan wants me to start today."

I say running my hand through his hair.

"When do you have to go?"

He asks, his eyes closed.

"In like an hour and a half."

"Can you get ready here?"

I nod. I have a ton of clothes here, so it won't be a problem. I get off his bed and walk over to his bathroom, I grabbed an outfit from the top of his dresser where he keeps all my clothes, I grab my phone also.

I set my clothes down on the counter and opened my shower playlist on spotify. Fool For You by Zayn Malik came on as I stepped under the luke warm water. I get my hair wet as I hum to the intro of the song.

"I'm a fool for you!"

I start belting out the chorus. I hear the door creak, so I stop for a second listening for movement. When I didn't hear anything I continued.