Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)

~ Chapter Eight : No Telling ~

                The sunlight trickled through the blinds, awaking me up from my deep slumber. I stretched, but to my surprise, I was naked. Panic flooded my mind as I jumped out of bed, hurting my ankle at the sudden movement. I quickly gathered some clothes, and a towel. Chase suddenly groaned. I quickly ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, starting up the water and throwing myself in. I was washing my hair when a quiet knock disrupted me. "Y-Yes?" I called innocently. "Um. Why was I in your bed...n-naked?" Chase asked quietly. "You were drunk last night, so I let you sleep in my bed. I think you took off your clothes yourself, I didn't stay long enough to see." I lied. I didn't lie about him being drunk and I did let him sleep in my bed. "Did we do anything?" He stuttered. We had sex, "No. I knew you were drunk." Lied again. I just had sex with my best friend and he was drunk. Did we use protection? Did we even get that far? I listened as he walked away.  My breath trembled and tears threatened to fall from my eyes, he can never know.

            My rubbed my fingers over the rim of the teacup, my mind wandering all over. Chase and Robin were out recording, and I was stuck in the bedroom, doing nothing. Except thinking about last night. How could I have been so stupid?! He was clearly drunk and he did not give me consent. I basically forced him. What would he think of me now? I quickly wiped the tears from my face, I didn't even know that I was crying. I huffed deeply and put the teacup onto the coffee table, then pulling the covers up to my chin. I began to softly weep into the Chase scented pillow, ignoring the knocks and quiet conversations outside my door. "Hipster? Are you in there?" I wiped my nose, "Uh, yeah. I'm not feeling really well, so I'm going to take a nap." "Do you want me to bring you some medicine-" "No." I answered quickly, "Just-please-leave me alone." "I'll come and check on you later."

            Why can't I remember? Does Chase know already? Should I move out, or would that be to suspicious? "(Y/N). It's Robin. I'm coming in." He ordered. I quickly wiped my tears and leaned up on my bed and smiled weakly as Robin entered the room. Robin placed his wrist onto my forehead, "You don't feel warm? Are you okay?" I bit my lip and bowed my head, "I need to tell you something, but you can't tell Chase." Robin nodded slowly and sat down on my bed. "Last night, Chase was drunk." I started, "He kissed me." His facial features softened, "That's awesome! You've loved him for a while now-" "We had sex." I interrupted. He covered his mouth and quickly began pacing the room, "Did you both use protection?" "I don't know." "Did you get that far?" "I can't remember." Robin stopped dead in his tracks, "You can't remember?" "I can only remember the kiss. I don't remember anything after that-" "Then, how do you know that yo guys had sex?" Robin butted in. "Both of us were naked, and I was sore...d-down there." I answered. He nodded slowly and sat back down onto the bed, resting a hand in his hair. Slowly, he began to nod and rise from his seat, "Okay. We don't have to worry about this, unless your pregnant. Keep track of your days, and we don't have to tell Chase."