Lost In You

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WARNING: This chapter mentions bulimia, if this will trigger you then PLEASE don't read it, it's near the end chapter, so please skip it. Take care of yourselves! xx

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I woke up with the sun shining in through my windows and near blinding me when I opened my eyes, for a brief moment I forgot about last night, but then it all came rushing back to me in bits and pieces, I glanced towards the other side of the bed to find it empty, the sheets and duvet were tucked tidily into the edge of the bed, and the pillows were neat and fluffed. It looked like no one had been there.

Maybe that part was my imagination, I thought to myself as I threw back the covers to find that I was wearing one of Tyler's tops and my waffle pyjamas. I wandered down the hall and followed the sweet aroma of pancakes, which lead me to the kitchen.

Tyler was standing in front of the stove, shirtless, with grey sweatpants hung low across his hips. His tanned skin was shining golden in the sun, and the light revealed the natural highlights in his dark hair. He must've heard me come in because he turned around and graced me with a full view of his defined six pack and V line. His dark eyes softened as they met mine and he quickly started bustling around the kitchen while I sat at the kitchen table, tapping my nails on the surface. He placed a staggering pancake stack in front of me and sat down in his seat after he'd finished fussing.

"Where's Mum and Gabby?" I asked although it was muffled through the mouthful of pancake in my mouth. He swallowed his food before answering, I reminded myself to do the same next time I talked and downed a long glass of water to help wash down the food. I knew I would regret this meal later, but I didn't care. I needed food to fight the pounding headache pulsing in my head.

"They went shopping, they won't be back until tonight I think she said," He replied and stood up to get something from the pantry. I took that moment to admire the tattoo on his back again, I didn't really remember that part of last night, but I knew that I had seen it.

"I like your tattoo," I said, before stuffing my face with another forkful of pancakes. Hangovers make you hungry, sadly. He went stiff and hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Thanks," He said curtly. I took his tone as a sign to leave the topic alone, so I forced another forkful into my mouth.

"Are you alright?" He asked when he said down again, he leant forward and held my eyes while I answered.

I wasn't sure how to react to this Tyler. He made me pancakes, and gave me his shirt. He took care of me, what happened to the idiotic Tyler that had walked into my house three weeks ago?

"Why am I wearing your shirt?" I asked, trying to avert the subject.

"You threw up on yours last night, now, you promised me you'd talk today, so please, I need to know if you're okay." He didn't break eye contact, brushing over the comment about my top, as if he dealt with drunk, vomiting girls every day.

I nodded and looked down at my hands, "What actually happened?" I was embarrassed to ask, but I couldn't remember very much from after I found Aidan and Lucy in the stall. He looked taken aback for a second before speaking.

"You don't remember?"

I shook my head, "I downed the rest of my vodka."

He swore under his breath and looked down at his hands, which were bruised across his right knuckles. I hadn't' noticed before, but I knew that those definitely weren't there before the party.

"Did that happen last night?" I murmured and piled on another forkful of pancake. He nodded.

"He grabbed you, and I just reacted..." He refused to meet my gaze. confusion clouded my brain, confused about why Tyler would hit Aidan for grabbing me, Aidan wouldn't hurt me.