Dear Lottie

Chapter 5

I woke up the next morning and found that the song was still playing. I had never left a song on play all night before, I was quite shocked it didn't time out or anything. Swinging my feet over the side of my bed, I suddenly remembered that Declan had stayed over. Although I had just kicked him, he only grunted. I don't get heavy sleepers. I lifted my feet carefully back onto the bed, minding my paranoia. Considering I couldn't go anywhere, I sat on the bed looking at him, when I realised he had took off my hoodie and folded it neatly at the end of the bed. His dark hair lay almost untouched and he was lying facing me. Then I heard it. His gentle breathing against the pillow.

His amiable breath gently striked the resilient pillow and he hushed as it took time to echo. It was like a lingering, tranquil cycle, guaranteed to send any normal person to an unperturbed sleep. Damn, it was dreamy.

Like his steady breath, I fell in love. He was adorable lying there and how he neatly folded my hoodie, how he attempted to read my favourite book (I could see it peering from under his pillow), how he cuddled the pillow and slept so still, It made me want to melt on the spot.

Stop. It's dangerous. Loving your best friend is a catastrophic decision. Everything could be ruined. My next decision was to get him out. He needed out, I needed to get rid of this feeling and the only way I could do that was to get him out of the house, to binge eat this image out of my head. I needed to go to Leo's and tell him. I rashly screamed in his ear "Wake up, bitch!". He sat bolt upright and looked at me harshly. "Lottie! What the hell!?" I scrambled up and yanked the duvet off him. "You need to leave. Start packing your things." I ran around the room collecting everything that belonged to him and stuffing it messily into his bag. He looked alarmed, although you could tell he wasn't awake yet. I gathered his clothes, chucked them at him and left the room. "Get changed." I raised my voice from the other side of the door so he could hear me. "And the point of this?! Lottie, you don't just wake me up like that!"

"Well I did, so deal with it. Hurry up please." He opened the door to reveal himself fully dressed. That was quick. "Why am I leaving so early?" He questioned, letting me rush him down the stairs. "Um...Oliver is waiting for your service at your house. He says he wants you there quickly or he won't pay as much as he was initially going to pay you. You're my best friend, I wouldn't want you missing out on extra money!" Another prostitution joke? Really? By this time he was stood outside looking as confused as the British weather. "Right but - " Before he could finish his sentence, I slammed the door. Now I had to convince myself that what I just did was right. I guess it stopped me from saying or doing anything stupid? I felt the tears welling up in my eyes and my throat close up. I couldn't fight them back and once again that horrible salty water stuff won. I slid down the door and curled up in a ball, letting my tears roll down my cheeks. I needed to call Leo.