The Holiday

6. Blank

I slowly opened my eyes, confused to see myself not in my own bed. What had happened last night?

All I remember is passing out on the sofa after dancing,
Yes I was dancing... a lot... of coarse I was... and with my mum, I cringe at the thought of me and my mother drunk dancing in front of everyone on the first night of meeting them. I mean never would be just fine, but the first night i meet them is just plain embarrassing, I wonder what nick thought of me, making a complete fool of myself. I'm such an idiot.

The thought of me going down stairs now, with a killer hang-over and black eyeliner stroon under my eyes, makes me feel nauseous.
I quickly get out of bed, searching for the nearest exit to this mysterious new room. looking around to see my clothes neatly folded on a leather armchair to my left... my clothes!
Am I naked? I shriek, quickly looking down to see myself wearing a grey Seattle Seahawks hoodie and baseball shorts-letting out a great big huff of relief, I walk over to the mirror to examine myself properly,I didn't look bad. I could see why so many woman liked to wear men's clothes in bed. Wait.I thought... who's clothes wear these? And who's bedroom was I in? My heart started crashing against my chest, I couldn't breathe. I wasn't a casual hook up sort of person, I had never found myself in this situation before... I'd never had sex before, let alone a one night stand or whatever this was meant to be. I slowly backed up falling back onto the bed, my hand covering my eyes, silently praying nothing had happened between me and the owner of this room.

I searched my brain for clues to what might have happened last night, but my mind was completely blank after blacking out on the sofa,I really must have been wasted. I jump at the sound of the door clicking open. I decide to quickly lick my fingers, trying to get as much makeup from under my tired eyes as possible. "oh Jenna, hi" nick says coming further into my bedroom. Not my room... his room?
"I brought you some coffee" he says, staring at me with a grin on his face.

"What happened?" I ask holding my head and slowly finishing my eyes.
" Jenna, you were very drunk last night" he say wearily, moving over to my clothes to pass me them.
" We didn't" I feel so embarrassed to ask, but I have to for my own sanity.
"Oh no" he practically yells " no we didn't do that" he furthers and if I'm not wrong, I think I can see a hint of disgust lining his face. I get it-who would want to sleep with me.

"But you undressed me?" I say defensively
" I'm sorry...I just... I Err...changed you into some new clothes, you'd spilt wine down your shirt so-"
"Thank you" I interrupt, with a half smile plastered onto my face. I should be thankful, After all, he didn't have sex with me, or didn't want to have sex with me. Either way, he helped me and I'm grateful. I really am. But some part of me wished he'd at least looked like he wanted to. Maybe it was just me over analysing, but it can't hurt to be liked once in a while.

" I thought we could go for lunch, everyone else went out this morning to see the city...so yeah" he paused thinking it though in his head, he looked unsure somehow, like he might take it back anytime soon " I would love too" I say while collecting my clothes from him "I just need to get ready" I say pointing to the door
"Oh yeah" he coughed, while broadening his shoulders "em... I'll meet you down stairs then" he continued, obviously trying to act nonchalant
" I don't know were my room is" I laugh
"Oh yeah, sorry" nick says opening his door for me and leading the way down the hall to my room.
" I'll be 10 minutes tops, I promise" I say shutting the door behind me. What is happening to me. Back in England I never wake up in a different bed from my own, hell I don't even really drink much, but America is making me do stuff, not normal stuff like blurting out what I think with out thinking about the consequences and meeting celebrities and going out to lunch with a celebrity, no stop it. I think to myself nick is just a normal person. I remind myself, Shit this kind of stuff doesn't happen to people like me.