whiskey & weed

Chapter 7

Olivia's POV

My eyes peel open meeting with an unfamiliar dark room, I knit my eyebrows together in confusion, sitting up quickly.

I look to my right seeing the tattooed boy - images immediately play out in my mind. I smile looking down at Kell's sound asleep body, his arm on my thigh. I slowly lift it up and step out of the bed, fuck he looks so cute.

The soreness in my legs evident of how much fun we had last night.

I quickly get dressed struggling to find all my clothes, I sigh settling with just my panties, shorts and top. Fuck the bra it's not like I'm going to be seeing anyone.

Speaking of, I wonder what time it is?

I look over to the bedside table in hope for a clock, nothing.

Fuck I don't know why I give Louis my phone when we're together, I would have some sort of recollection by now.

My eyes pad down to the floor trying not to stand or trip over anything, why the fuck is there glass everywhere? I roll my eyes huffing, knowing my look I will stand on it and bleed to death trying to get out of here.

I just about leave the bedroom in one piece, turning to grasp one last look at Kells.

His so peaceful

I would never stay after sleeping with someone, well if I wasn't dating them. It's fucking awkward in the morning otherwise.

I walk down the stairs as quietly as possible, the house is practically empty. I would not want to be the one to clean this up.

I grab my denim jacket which I left by the stairs earlier and turn to walk towards the door.

"OLIVIA" a voice yells quietly scaring the absolute crap out of me.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME" I whisper yell at Louis sitting on one of the couches.

"What time do you call this?" He laughs "a hook up lasts what an hour at the most, why are you walking out at 5:27"

"I don't fucking know I fell asleep, do you understand how many rounds we did! The main question here is why are you sitting in the dark? Do you understand how weird that would be if someone else caught you down here" I rant to my best friend as we walk out the door.

"I was waiting for you, trust me I was contemplating stealing your car" he answers laughing.

"What about you, did you score?" I ask him, setting the car into reverse as I pull off the drive.

"Fuck yeah, I don't remember his name though" he reaches up to grasp his forehead. Oh Lou still not used to hangovers.

"I'm sure we will see him around" I pat him on the back and send a wink his way.

"Yeah sure, can we go get some food?" He questions, brining a smile to my face.

"Yeah but where is open?"

"Fuck" he mumbles "I mean Mc Donald's opens at 6, we can wait in the car park" I laugh already fully agreeing with his suggestion.

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"Hi, do you know where Hughes is?" I ask the receptionist. She looking bored as hell.

"His in a meeting you can sit in the side room, over there and wait for him" the brown haired woman gestures to a room across the hall. I nod and begin to walk toward it.

I should've really gone to his office this morning to travel here with him, I would have a better idea of what to do.

I enter the room and plop down on a leather couch, fiddling with the rings on my fingers. The rain is coming down heavy against the large windows, this waiting room reminds me of Christian Grey's office from Fifty Shades of Grey. I laugh walking over to the window to get a better look at the city.