The Arrogant Player

Part 20

You woke up to buzzing from your phone.

You opened your eyes to find yourself in the chair from last night.

'I guess I fell asleep here...' you thought.

You checked your phone and it was an alarm going off. You turned it off and yawned. Then you checked your phone again and saw an email. You tapped into it- it was from your director.

Apparently shooting was canceled today...you wondered why... you still had plenty to film and this would just throw you all behind...

Then you remembered that Seb was in the room too. You looked over at the bed to see him peacefully sleeping. He looked so calm and perfect...STOP.

You stood up from the chair and remembered that you were wearing sebs shirt. You saw the two crusty shirts on his dresser and decided to grab the rest of his laundry. You threw it all in his washing machine and started it, wondering why you were doing this for him. And then you found yourself walking to the kitchen, making breakfast for him.

Again- WHY were you doing this for him??

You finished the pancakes and made him a strong cup of coffee, perfect for hangovers. You put everything on a tray and began walking up the stairs to his room.

"Wake uppppp!" you sang as you walked into the room.

You didn't turn on the lights because you knew it would hurt his eyes but you set down the tray next to him and waited until his eyes slowly opened.

"How are you feeling? I made you some perfect coffee for that hangover you must be feeling," you said.

He looked at you with squinted eyes, "My head hurts like hell."

"Yep, I thought so...anyway, drink up!" you said, handing him the coffee.

He sat up in bed and began to drink, "Since when were you this nice to a jerk like me..?" he asked.

"Since I decided to take pity. I was also thinking that given your circumstance of a hangover, maybe you finally won't be arrogant and shallow."

"Wow."

You hesitated, "The truth is...i'm a sucker for guys in need...so i decided to help..."

WHY HAD U JUST ADMITTED THAT?!

"Mmkay," he said with a smirk.

"Okay- none of that stuff if i'm going to help you out!"

"None of what?" he asked, his smirk broadening as he raised an eyebrow.

"Stop with the flirting, Sebastian. We both know it's not going to happen," you said.

Sebastian winced at those words...wait, he winced?? You probably imagined it...

"So, uh, what happened last night?" he asked.

No big deal, you just said a few things about trying to get me to hate you cuz you couldn't be with me and it was easier that way, you thought.

But you couldn't mention that...what if it wasn't true?

Or more importantly- what if it was?

"Nothing much, you puked all over me so thanks for that," you said.

"Oh...sorry," he said, "And are you sure that's all that happened?"

"Yep...of course," you replied, looking over at the tray and picking at a pancake.

"(y/n)," he pleaded, "Look at me."

You looked up at him, your heart beating rapidly.

"Did I say anything to offend you or something? Why does it seem like this is a touchy subject to you?" he asked.

"No, no. You were too busy puking on me...well, i think im going to head out...I called my agent to drop your car off at your house...and by the way, no filming today...seeya, Sebastian."

You began walking but you heard him get up and chase after you.

He grabbed your hand and spun you around.

"(y/n), is there a conversation that needs to be discussed?" he asked gently.

"No...of course not...just, just make sure to get me my shirt tomorrow...i'll make sure to give you your shirt too...bye seb..."

this time he didn't chase you.

you hurried down the stairs and out the door, getting into your car.

why had you run??

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