You've Changed.

Chapter 11 - December 15th

(I want to be clear that this is a very messy chapter) also i know that music video ain't 90's or anything to do with this story but I feel like HyunA in this gives off the best vibe for the character Connie AND best describes this chapter I guess you could say...

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Am I high? Nothing feels right , but can people tell? I don't think people can tell... Oh look who it is! It's being so long and he still looks like a dork, I must have ignored him for like a week now.

He has a soft face, soft lips.

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"Mate are you sure she's going to be okay?"

"Yeah, probably just too much to drink." A hushed voice replies.

I open my eyes slightly seeing the picture of shaggy blond hair and a bright visor jacket. I groan as I feel something pick me up before I pass out again.

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I peak an eye open feeling a warm shadow cover body and curl over my figure. I blink a couple times before opening both eyes to make out in my mind what looked like a small studio flat. I don't know who's.

I look to my right almost frozen in place as a man sits on the sofa next to the one I was sat on.

"How are you feeling?" He softly asks. I couldn't see his face, my vision was dodgy and my body could barely even react.

I decided to lay there and not reply until I had decided to wake up again.

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"What do you think she was on?"

"Alex I have no clue I've never seen her this way before."

"Some kind of drug, she didn't seem to really understand what was happeni-"

"Shh!"

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"Da-D... Damon, DAMON!" I sit up heart racing, drenched in cold sweat, panting furiously. I hold my head in pain, wiping the tears forming in my eyes.

"What!" The door slams open before I could even notice I was in a random persons bed. "You okay?" I look up through squinted eyes seeing Damon's shirtless figure sit on the side besides the bed.

"Yeah." Is all I could squeak out as I wiped my eyes , clearly smudging any makeup I had been wearing before.

"What just happened?" I shrug to his panicked voice, wondering myself why I had even yelled his name. I curl up in the duvet holding myself close shivering.

"Do you want a hot water bottle, Alex is too cheap to put on the heating." Alex? Is that one of his band mates? I sigh looking at the clock on the wall, it was almost 4:30am.

"It's ok." I reply not wanting to make a fuss nor a conversation with the person I had been trying to avoid in the last week.

"Here." Damon stands up and opens a nearby draw pulling out another blanket. He lays it over the thin duvet on top of me. "It's a heated blanket, not supposed to keep them on at night but I don't mind watching yo-it." I lay still not fussing as Damon sits on the other side of the bed pressing some buttons on the blanket.

I just need sleep, and a lame excuse to leave early in the morning.

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"Connie?"

"Connie!"

"Mate she's asleep let her be."

"Well I need to make sure she's not dead!... Oh it's okay she's breathing!"

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I roll over and stare at the ceiling. I feel exhausted. I sigh deeply and snuggle into the blankets shutting my eyes tiredly before rubbing them.

I sit up and yawn, tears forming in my eyes. I wonder what time it is.

"Alex, your playing it wrong." I stretch my arms out hearing a faint guitar pay in the distance. I get up out of bed looking down at the trashy outfit I had on since last night, before walking out toward what I assumed was the living room. I peak round the door to see Damon and a familiar looking man sat on the floor playing with a guitar and keyboard.

"Morning, trouble." I startle backwards as the strangers charming smile greets me, planting a half smile on mine. Damon turns around and looks at me, smiling widely.

"Cute." He chuckles standing up off the ground, while helping the other man up too. 

"Alex." The charming man greets me holding his hand out, I shake his politely before bringing my hands back around my arms, I was too busy being awkward to notice Damon handing me a packet of baby wipes.

"Huh?" I scrunch my eyebrows together. Both of the men laugh, while I just scowl not too fond of how the conversation was going.

"Your makeup need a bit of cleaning up." Damon replies poking my cheek. I step backwards feeling victimised and proceed back to the bedroom I was asleep in.

I find my shoes and bag and pull on my stupidly high heels whilst rubbing my face quickly with a baby wipe. I exit out of the room looking around to see Alex and Damon back in the living room. Quietly I walk to the end of the corridor to the door, before I swing it open and walk down the stairs of the small block of flats. However, I don't hear the door shut.

"Connie?" I hear Damon's faint voice above me as I run down the stairs faster. "Connie, where are you going?" I hear his voice travel closer to me before I run out onto the main street. I wipe the remainder of my face and throw the wipe in a bush walking through a massive car park. "Hey!"  I stop in the middle of the car park looking for an exit. "Connie!"

"Where's the exit?" I yell walking around a little stranded. I'm pulled around when I feel a warm hand touch my back. I flinch back.

"Connie where are you going?" Damon asks a hint of confusion in his voice.

"Home." I reply.

"Let me drive you home." I shake my head repeatedly in a strop not wanting Damon to get his way. "Come on Connie, I'm sorry about what happened the other day, but you don't need to keep being so over dramatic." I turn my back to Damon, whilst holding my shoulders, shivering. "Please, you're even lucky I found you last night, you kicked off outside the club and passed out." I turn back around.

"What do you mean?"

"If you come back inside, I can tell you everything and drive you home."

Progress, Connie, give him a chance.

I sigh, "and..." Damon squints at me.

"I convinced Alex to you let you stay, need there be another and?" I stomp my foot dramatically and cross my arms while Damon rolls his eyes.

"And I'll get you food or whatever." He huffs as I smirk.Connie the con artist.

"Sick." I snort giving him a thumbs up. Damon looks at me confused before I proceed to lead the way back inside.