Strangers - (Lawson)

SIX

Sorry it's taken me sooooo long to update something, my laptop broke :'( hopefully it's not going to pack up on me again anytime soon. 

Chapter 6:

The sun was piercing through my window as I opened my eyes, I must have forgotten to shut them when I came home last night. Now i was paying for it as the harsh light was seriously hurting my head. I wanted to go back to sleep but all I remembered from last night was going into the club for some more drinks and then coming out of the club a second time and having a real heart to heart with Ryan about our past but I couldn't remember how much of my past I had actually spoken to him about. That could be an issue.

"Sweet Jesus," I muttered under my breath as I turned over. Ryan was laying in my bed looking at me. He was shirtless and I started to panic. I wouldn't do that would I!? Not with him of all people. What had happened to me? "Please tell me we didn't do what I think we did!" I shot at him before moving as far away from him as possible in my bed. He took one look at my stone cold face before busting into fits of laughter. "This is not funny Ryan. Did we do it or not!?" I hissed at him in a panic.

"No we didn't sleep together if that's what you're implying," he just about managed to get out before he started laughing again. I suddenly felt relief and let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding.

"How much did you let me drink last night?" I complained as I sunk back into the pillow and closed my eyes trying to ease my headache.

"More than me that's for sure," I could hear the amusement in his voice which made me want to hit him.

"You should know not to get a girl drunk," I mumbled.

"Hmm, I'll remember that next time. Can I get you anything?" I could feel him shifting on my bed and I hoped he wasn't coming any closer towards me.

"I just need to sleep it off. What's the time?"

"Erm it's 12:30," he sounded surprised at how late it was.

"No way, I need to be at a shoot in an hour and a half," I cursed under my breath before trying to get out of bed quickly. "Okay I need you to do me a huge favour!" I didn't know how he'd feel about what I was about to ask him. I mean what if he retaliates and tells me that I should go and do everything myself as this was my house and not his.

"What is it?" He looked slightly wary of what this favour could be.

"Cook me breakfast. I know I shouldn't be asking you that but I have a killer hangover and I need to get ready and leave as soon as so would you mind?" I was not going to be ready in time. I knew I shouldn't have gone out last night.

"Okay, but you owe me one!" He smirked before climbing out of bed. I just sat there gaping at him because he honestly looked amazing, especially for somebody who had just woken up. It wouldn't have surprised me if I was drawling because he was that hot. "You can take a picture if you want," he joked before striking a pose.

"I'm cool but thanks for the offer," I laughed nervously, slightly embarrassed that he had caught me.

"Right, breakfast coming up. Hurry up and shower though!" He ordered before running out of my room.

I laid in bed for another couple of minutes trying to piece together my night. This was not happening. I never get that drunk. I always remember my night out the next day so why had I drunk so much last night? I rolled out of bed and got ready to have a shower. I wanted to stay in the shower for hours but unfortunately that wasn't an option for today. There was no way I'd have time to dry my hair so I just shoved it into a bun on the top of my head. Hopefully it'll be okay. I decided on skinny jeans and a casual tank with my light pink blazer over the top. Seeing as I was the one behind the camera not in front of it I never needed to dress like a model.

"Come on Jaz!" I heard Ryan shout to me from the kitchen.

"New boyfriend?" Amber, one of my housemates sneered from behind me.

"No we're just friends," I snapped at her before carrying on. I was not in the mood for her today.

"Oh so you're having casual things now?" I heard her ask as I walked down the stairs, because I couldn't be bothered to have an argument with her today I just ignored her.

As soon as I walked into the kitchen there was a cooked breakfast waiting for me with lots of bacon which I was thankful for because it was my saviour.

"Wow thank you so much!" I beamed before diving in. I took a couple of mouthfuls before feeling like I was going to throw up.

"What is it? Don't like my cooking?" Ryan asked grabbing a bit of sausage off of my plate.

"I can't believe I'm this hungover!" I grumbled. "And I have my biggest photo shoot to date today. I can't let them down," I was starting to panic now.

"Here," he said placing a large glass of water with some pain killers on the table next to my large glass of coffee. "I'm sorry I let you get that drunk last night you just told me to keep the drinks flowing so I thought you knew what you were getting yourself in for," he looked at me, his eyes full if guilt.

"Ryan chill okay!? I'm moody in the mornings so I didn't actually mean to blame you for how much I drank. I should know my own limits." I put my head in my hands as my head just kept on thumping.

"Do you need to be sick?" He asked softly, crouching down next to me. No way was I letting him see me throw up. I just gave him the death stare and took a huge swig of my coffee. "How long will it take you to finish getting ready?" He said in the same quiet and soft tone as before. It was as if he knew I wouldn't be able to deal with him talking in his normal voice.

"I just need to do my makeup so another 5 minutes after I've finished this."

"Right I'll run and get my car and take you to wherever you need to go. If you'll let me of course." He chuckled. Why the hell was he being so nice!? Was this him trying to prove that he wasn't an ass still? 

"Are you sure you don't have better things to do then look after a hungover person?" He surely had better things to do with his day.

"Hey I owe you one for getting you so drunk last night," he left me sitting in the kitchen whilst I heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs leading to my room. He then returned with his phone, keys and to my disappointment a shirt. "I'll be back in 10." He gave me a once over with a massive smirk on his face, "And if you do need to be sick please do it before you get into my car."