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Where were you in the morning

I open my eyes en reach to my right to find nobody. "Goodmorning to you too babe." I whisper sarcastically. I sit up straight on my bed and look around the room. All her clothes were gone. Maybe she went to get breakfast? Or maybe she's just in the living room waiting for me to wake up? But shouldn't that be a little weird after last night? Questions are zooming around in my head. 

I get out of bed, put some jogging pants on, and walk to the living room. Nobody, again. I sigh out load. I walk to the kitchen to grab an asprine. We drank a lot last night, sitting on my couch just talking and drinking. Somehow we ended up kissing and not much later, clothes were skattered around my house. 

I get back to my bedroom. Only one look to my bed tells me I'm going to do nothing today. Maybe watch netflix or something. I lay down on my bed and cuddle with the cheets. Her smell is still there, even though she was only here for one night. My mind is still trying to get everything in place. Maybe she had to work? Maybe she spoke with friends, something that was already planned before we met yesterday night? But then she would have at least leave a note for me? From my small round around the house, I didn't see anything. Then there is only one option  left: she doesn't like me and never wants to speak to me. That this, what we had last night, was just a one time thing. 

I groan and grab my phone. No notifications. At least, not from her. I scroll through my social media, looking at things my fans posted, but also trying to find her. My searching ended soon when I realized she probably doesn't want to be found and that I just have to deal with the fact I'll never see her again. 

A loud knock sounds on my front door. Maybe it's her! 

"Who's there?" I yell. 

"Aaliyah. Can I come in?" My sister asks from outside. 

"Sure. Just use the key under the flowerpot next to the door." I hear a key open the door and some walking around till I see my sister standing in the doorway.

"Wow what's wrong with you? You look dead." She says. I groan in my pillow and get under the sheets again. 

"I don't want to talk about it." I hum through the pillow. I open my eyes en reach to my right to find nobody. "Goodmorning to you too babe." I whisper sarcastically. I sit up straight on my bed and look around the room. All her clothes were gone. Maybe she went to get breakfast? Or maybe she's just in the living room waiting for me to wake up? But shouldn't that be a little weird after last night? Questions are zooming around in my head. 

I get out of bed, put some jogging pants on, and walk to the living room. Nobody, again. I sigh out load. I walk to the kitchen to grab an asprine. We drank a lot last night, sitting on my couch just talking and drinking. Somehow we ended up kissing and not much later, clothes were skattered around my house. 

I get back to my bedroom. Only one look to my bed tells me I'm going to do nothing today. Maybe watch netflix or something. I lay down on my bed and cuddle with the cheets. Her smell is still there, even though she was only here for one night. My mind is still trying to get everything in place. Maybe she had to work? Maybe she spoke with friends, something that was already planned before we met yesterday night? But then she would have at least leave a note for me? From my small round around the house, I didn't see anything. Then there is only one option  left: she doesn't like me and never wants to speak to me. That this, what we had last night, was just a one time thing. 

I groan and grab my phone. No notifications. At least, not from her. I scroll through my social media, looking at things my fans posted, but also trying to find her. My searching ended soon when I realized she probably doesn't want to be found and that I just have to deal with the fact I'll never see her again. 

A loud knock sounds on my front door. Maybe it's her! 

"Who's there?" I yell. 

"Aaliyah. Can I come in?" My sister asks from outside. 

"Sure. Just use the key under the flowerpot next to the door." I hear a key open the door and some walking around till I see my sister standing in the doorway.

"Wow what's wrong with you? You look dead." She says. I groan in my pillow and get under the sheets again. 

"I don't want to talk about it." I hum through the pillow. Aaliyah sighs and I hear her walking towards me.

"Get! Up! Now! With! Your! Lazy! Ass!" She says while hitting me with a pillow.

"Hey!" I say defending myself with my hands. I grab the pillow away from her and give her an angry look. I don't think it will help change her mind but still.

"You need to get out of bed." Aaliyah says crossing her arms. "Mom wants you to help move some furniture or something. She has some new ideas for the living room." I sigh.

"Can't dad help her or something? I mean I'd love to help, I just have a really bad hangover and I'd like to spend my day in bed watching netflix." I say. I smile to her, hoping she'll talk to mom. Instead she walks to my wardrobe and throws some clothes to me.

"You're acting like a baby right now. Go get dressed so you can give me a ride." She says and walks to my living room, waiting for me. Maybe she's right. I should go do something to get her out of my mind. I take the clothes on Aaliyah gave me and walk to the living room.

"You ready?"