Too Good To Be True (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6.

So, here's chapter 6! Thanks for reading :D xx

She woke up tired and with a big hangover from the night before. There was someone in the shower, it must be Lucas, she smiled thinking about what would've happened. She received a text from an unknown number, but she opened it anyway. She frowned when she saw what was written on it: “A simple 'no' would've been enough, but you made it all pretty clear”. She heard the bathroom door opening, and to her surprise, it was him; but, what was he doing there?

-Good morning- he said when he saw her face.

-What are you doing here?

-I can't believe you've forgotten about last night.

-Did you take advantage of me while I was drunk?

-Brooke, you're wrong, listen to me...

-Take your clothes and get out of here right now!- she shouted.

-Let me explain.

-No! You have nothing to explain! Get out!

-Brooke, we didn't do anything you think we did.

-What did we do then?

-We just kissed a couple times, and you brought me here, you were too drunk. We kept on kissing, and I was about to go when you asked me to stay.

-And so you did.

-Yes, my house is a bit far from here, so I stayed. The only thing we did was to sleep in the same bed.

-And what about Lucas?

-No idea. The last thing I know is that he went to order some drinks.

-Crap...- she started to cry.

-It's not that bad, nothing happened, please don't cry...- he said, hugging her.

-Please, i need to be alone, to do some thinking. Get out, please...

-Alright.

He took his clothes and put them on; when he was about to go he turned around to speak to her one last time.

 -Are you mad at me?

-I don't know, maybe just a bit disappointed with myself...

-I'm sorry.- he came closer to her and kissed her forehead; after this, he got out of her house.

 When she was finally alone she decided to have a shower. While doing so, she tried to clear her mind. Actually, it wasn't that bad, but whoever sent her that text... it could be him, and that disappointed her a bit more; she could lose him forever... She got out of the shower and looked at her watch; it was half past one, time to have lunch, but she wasn't that hungry. She wouldn't go out either, she wasn't feeling good. She opened her wardrobe, still with the towel on. The clothes she had since she was famous were too elegant; she looked in every cupboard, until she finally found some grey trousers, and a white t-shirt.

She went to the living room. Everything remained the same as the day before: the bags at the door, the clothes she had worn in the afternoon, and his jacket... She needed someone to talk to, someone to go see her. Her friends were on a holiday trip, but she couldn't go due to work. As she went to the window to see if it was cold outside, a phone rang. It wasn't her tone, Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi; it was another song, her song, Just Tell Me. She looked for that phone, and found it on her bedroom. It was his; on the screen she could see a picture and a name.

-Hello?

-Where are you?

-It's Brooke, he's not here anymore.