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STAY 28

I can't believe it's morning already. It's one of those morning again, or should I say one of those days I won't get to see William if I choose not to get out of bed early.

William has been avoiding me for days, giving me the cold shoulder whenever I try to speak with him. There are times he just denies my existence in the apartment and walks past me when he comes back home despite that I have to deny myself some sleep just to see him. I have been seeing a different side of him since the morning I woke up with a hangover and I'm not sure why he's acting all strange.

Could it be that he's mad at me for getting drunk?

No it can't be. I mentally argue with myself.

I wouldn't have done that if he didn't piss me off. But why is it a problem for him if I get drunk? That can't be an excuse for avoiding me or can it?

I know I can be a little out of control when I get drunk and he knows that too. I've tried recollecting everything said or did that night but I just can't.

It makes me so mad that I can't figure things out— I can't figure William out.

William is just so unpredictable. One minute he's hot and another minute, he's cold. He's so fucking hard to deal with. I won't even be trying to get his attention if he is picking my calls but he has been ignoring them too.

I should be the one who's mad at him for what he said to me days ago because of the pictures but I'm not. So what's the problem?

His sudden actions bothers me a lot and it keeps raising up thousands of questions in my head. What is going on? Is everything okay with William? Are things fine with us? Why is he avoiding me?

I hurry out of bed and step out of my room, shutting the door quietly behind me. I stand still for few second chewing on my bottom lip as I stare at the door across me before taking a step. I walk to the door and knock but I didn't get a reply. I try few times again but there is no response, then I decide to open the door.

My eyes searches for William in the room but there is no sign of him yet, again.

He's gone.

I feel my heart drop as my stomach churn with disappointment. I didn't get to see him again. It's another day that I won't get to see William or his mean smirks.

Not even the wonderful breakfasts he makes.

It's almost noon, I can only find myself doing nothing besides thinking of Liam as I curl up on the couch in the living room. I really don't feel like doing anything, it's like the thoughts of William is taking the whole of my energy away. I may just find myself drowning in those thoughts.

I try calling like I've been trying to for days but that dickless piece of shit won't answer his goddamn phone.

What the hell is he doing? What's keeping him so busy everyday? Why is he being so distant lately?

Those questions are coming right back again and again, filling me with curiosity.

Is he with another woman? A blonde? No way. It can't be. William haven't been like that for a while now.

Is he now?

Before I can get to realise what I'm doing I'm already grabbing my white jacket and ready to make my way out of the apartment.

I can't keep waiting around. I might just die of my curiosities. So instead of waiting for him to come to me, I'll just have to go to him.

I hastily make my way to the blonde receptionist. Her smile is so bright and lovely just like the yellow shirt she's putting on. It's surprising the receptionist isn't the one I met here the first time I came here. She's probably on leave or gone to hell forever.