Behind The Screen 🔞 (Completed)

Day • 9

I wake up, my head fucking splitting my brain apart. I rub my temples together and try to open my eyes, they're hurting so much. I try to look around and the blinds are half open, the sun is shining through like a brand new light. Blinding as fuck.

I get up from what seems to be the couch, and walk into the kitchen, finding some paracetamol. Getting a glass of water, I drink some of it and swallow the tablets and rest my head against my fridge for a moment. The coolness bringing down my temperature.

Honestly, what the fuck happened last night. I barely remember any of it. Where the fuck did I go?? Oh wait, I remember going to a bar. And getting drunk but the question is; how the fuck did I get back here?

- well darling, please be careful when you drink out late at night. I might not always be available to come and collect you.

I read the message over and over again, Laura isn't talking sense. She came to collect me? How? When?

- what the fuck you talking about? I went to a bar and got a bit drunk.

- yes. Exactly. You got drunk and called a cab home correct?

- yeah! That is what I did.

- yeah, you didn't call the cab. You called me. You told me where you were, I came to collect you from the pub and you told me where to take you. I saved your ass last night. Your welcome.

- as bazaar as it may sound, thank you. But it still creepy that you did that, knowing I'd probably not even remember anything the next day.

- that's a chance I was willing to take Lynch.