*Play False Alarm by The Weeknd*
You wake up around 11 am the next day, you sit up spreading your tanned arms out in a satisfying stretch. You slowly throw your satin bed sheets to the left of you as you slide out of bed. You reach for your phone to see a notification from Ethan. Another message.
iPhone
11:45 pm
E- Good night Princess x
You smile as you swipe across the notification. You place your phone back on your bedside table before jumping in the shower and start getting ready for the day.
***
You decided to throw on a pair of old gym leggings, with an oversized hoodie and Nike air high tops. You throw your long blonde hair into a messy bun, layer your long thick lashes with mascara, and slap on a bit of foundation and contour before grabbing the keys to Ethan's apartment.
As you walk over there all that is on your mind is his notebook. Your adrenaline begins to tingle through your body, as your pace builds the closer you lour towards Ethan's apartment.
Your breath shortens, as you begin to think about all the other entries and thoughts he'd written about you and the times you'd had together.
You finally reach his apartment and lunge toward the front door, keys clenched in your left hand. You place your hand on the handle, before placing the key into the lock.
Your heavy hand jolts the handle down... the door felt light. You stood confused for a moment before slowly prodding the door open.
You pause with a puzzled look across your face.
Why was the door unlocked?
"I could have sworn-" you murmur as you step through the door frame.
You slowly shake your head in confusion as you make your way towards his bedroom, eager to take another peak at his journal entries.
As you enter the bedroom you reach for the top drawer, where you last hide the notebook.
Your hands tremble as your fingers sculpt around the handle, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
You gently pull the draw towards you.
"What?" You said with a confused tone.
You pause for a moment, your eyes scanning the draw.
"No," you say under your breath as your rummage the content of the draw around.
"What?" you scoff as the journal hides from your sight
You stumble around the room pulling open the remaining draws, looking under sheets whilst searching for the notebook.
"What the fuck-" you say with a frown painted across your forehead and your hands placed firmly on your hips, your neck rotating to scan the room.
"I left it right there- I know I left it right there?"
You drop gently to your knees as you begin patting down the flooring underneath Ethan's bed, manoeuvring shoe boxes, tripods, and fan mail.
A glimpse of light, enter your peripheral view.
You glance towards the en-suite door, your head quickly props above the bed as your heart begins to race.
You watch as the silhouette of two feet, looms underneath the bathroom door.
You slowly edge your way towards the exit as your breath draws sharper.
Your silent panic is broken, by the sound of the door creaking open.
"It's cute isn't it, everything he's written about you" you hear the female tone snide.
