Chapter 3.

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Lou's POV.

I blink a few times with my eyes until I finally open them. My eyes scan the room and it's very unfamiliar to me. Where the hell am I? I look up at the ceiling and try to remember what happened last night. Did I attended a party and slept with a random boy and now I'm here, confused, in his apartment somewhere in the city? No that's unlike me. But what happened instead? And where the fuck am I?

Ugh I turn my head on the side again in the position how i woke up and notice a clock standing on the night stand beside me. It said 7:30. Ughh It's too early in the morning for me to think about this problem now. I just want to go back to sleep and don't think about this but this isn't an option for me now because I don't even know  the stranger who I slept with.

Wait?? Slept with? Oh no! Don't tell me you had your first time and you don't remember it  Lou!? Fuck please No! I have to remember what happened but first I have to find this stranger who lives here. He isn't beside me in the bed so where the fuck is he?

Maybe he's gone because he woke up, confused like me, and saw me and run away. Perhaps he's asking himself why he slept with me and not with a beautiful girl instead? But who would possibly leave it's own flat behind with a stranger in it?

 No one.

Or maybe he's just on the toilet or in the kitchen drinking something or doing something else. Just in the moment I thought that I heard a quit noise of shuffling feet and some paper rustling.Someone has to be out there. Maybe its the one I search for or at least someone who can answer me my question about being here.

I force myself to stand up and immediately feel a stabbing pain in my head. Why the hell do I have got headache? OK now I really want to know what happened last night. I go step for step bare barefoot and as quiet as i can to the door in only the red dress I wore yesterday evening. So he didn't see me naked?. My hands cover the doorknob as I reached the door and I open it just a few inches. Instantly a smell of pancakes comes into my noseand my stomach grumbles. I hadn't eat for a day I think. I peek one eye out to see who's outside and suddenly I knew what happened last night.

There he is, standing in the kitchen. My ... how should I call him hero? Savior? He rescued me and stopped me from attempting suicide. He saved my fucked up life. Without him I would lie on the ground of the river. I guess I have to thank him because I owe him my life (?). But how do you thank someone for that? 'Hey thank you for saving me but I really have to go now'. No I just can't walk up to him and say that. But what else? I just can' t go out of here without saying a word.

"You are allowed to come over here Lou. I don't bite" he said while he was turned to the stove with a pan in his hands. He stand on the other side of the room so I could only see his back and his hands waving with the pan while making pancakes I guess. "Take a seat!"

I just wanted to go home and bury myself in my pillows and escape from this hole world that I'm so done with but here I found myself walking in his direction because I know that I have to speak with him and thank him for what he has done for me. I placed myself on the bar stool on his kitchen island so I could see him from the side. He makes pancakes.

 "You want one?" he offered me with a nice asking voice.

No oh my god I won't be able to eat in front of him. I'm feeling so fat and insecure about my body and I don't want to gain anymore weight. Michael stared at me with a blank and expected expression and a raised eyebrows. I noticed that I didn't answered him so I just shake my head in non agreement. "No thanks I'm fine and not really hungry" I just say and secretly hope he's OK with that.

"Oh I can tell otherwise. Your stomach grumbled so loud like a hungry tiger over there as you stand behind the door. C'mon here's a nice one" and with that he put a golden and very good smelling pancake on the plate beside the hotplate. Michael handed me the plate and I swallow before I grab it.

Our fingers touch and I immediately feel a shiver running down my spine. Something strange happens with my body right now. Something I've never felt before in my life. Was that love? That overwhelming feeling like thousand butterflies would fly around in my stomach? The goose bump on my bare thighs and on my arms? The warmth my heart feels? Is that the real love feelings that everyone is keep talking about? The love described in so many romantic books?

I pull my hand away quickly even though I could remain in this position my hole life just touching his fingers. A thought comes in my head but I try to push it away. I don't want to think about how these perfect formed red lips would taste and feel like pressed on mine. The feelings grow more at these thoughts. Oh my god. I mean I barely know this man standing in front of the stove again.

"Are you thinking of how to eat this thing?" he waves with the thing you turn around the pancakes. " Take a knife and a fork I would suggest that would help" he smirks. Jerk.

"Thanks" I say sarcastic  while shooting him a glare. I took the fork in my hand and just poke on the food and don't take a bite. Finally ended up with putting it back beside the plate.

" I'm sorry" I stand up from the bar stool and go in the direction of the front door. Before I take the door knob in my hand I turn around and say " I just wanted to thank you for what you've done for me last night. I really appreciate that so... Thank you!" with that I turn on my heel not wanting to see the sad and worrying look in his face any longer. "Bye" I open the door and leave the flat. The noise of a closing door sounds behind me and I immediately feel sad and a big knot in my throat. I will never see Michael again.

Suddenly the bang of hard metal falling to the ground fill the room and I shriek around in frighten. What happened in  there? Some heavy steps are heard and the door knob is turning around.

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