The bad boy knows how to love.

Honesty With a Side of Cookies

The following afternoon I wake up to the sound of my aunt coming home from her night shift at work. And yes, you read that right. The following afternoon. Cause there is no way in hell I'm waking up before 12pm on a Saturday. Especially not on a hangover.

As I slowly begin to acknowledge my surroundings, I suddenly realize that I don't remember getting home last night. Let alone, getting into my own bed.

I tell myself not to stress and attempt recount everything that happened last night.

1. Got to the party with Anna

2. Got crazy drunk with Anna

3. Danced like a mad woman with Anna

4. Anna left the party withou-

Jack.

The memory of Jack taking me home floats back into my mind all at once, faster than I expected. I feel stupid for wishing that it had happened more slowly, so that I could appreciate each recollection, one at a time, and relive the moment. I assume he must have been the one who carried me to bed since I have no memory of getting there myself. Great, that was the closest we have ever been physically and I decided to sleep through it. Love that for me.

Of course I know how crazy I sound, liking a guy this much after only a few days. But it's not like it's a conscious choice. I didn't ask for the butterflies in my stomach. So instead I just sink deeper into the warmth of his hoodie that I'm still wearing from last night. And I don't even bother trying to stop the smile that makes its way onto my face.

My phone vibrates, signifying a text message, but I notice that it is on my desk and not under my pillow like usual. So I take some time to contemplate if the text message could possibly be worth getting out of bed for before actually getting up. I bet now that I have gotten out of bed, it will just be a text message from my mobile network or something pointless. But I am pleasantly surprised when I see that it's from Anna.

Anna: Call me when you're up. We deffo need a catch up xoxo

She's right. She definitely has some explaining to do about what the issue is with her and Dylan. And I have some things to tell her about you know who.

Sooooo, I give her a call and ask her to come over for some breakfast. Well, brunch. And then I get changed out of last night's clothes into some pajama shorts and a tank top before throwing Jacks hoodie back on (it smells way too good for me to resist) and making my way downstairs.

I notice my auntie eating in the kitchen and she appears surprised to see me.

"Daisy, I thought you'd still be at Anna's, I'm sorry if I woke you"

"Oh no, you didn't don't worry" I reassure her and explain to her why I never made it to Anna's last night. Well partly.

Instead of telling her about the Dylan situation, I just tell her Anna wasn't feeling very well. Not because I don't want her to know, but because it's not my place to tell her.

...And I miss out the part about Jack taking me home, and tell her a 'friend' took me home instead. This part, I don't actually want her to know. I'm not sure how much she actually knows about Jack and his reputation. But I don't want to risk telling her that the leader of a gang took her niece home last night. Especially not before she's had her post-night shift nap.

"I invited Anna to swing by for brunch cause she's feeling better today, I hope that's not a problem" I ask.

"Of course not, she's welcome here anytime. All your friends are. I'm planning to sleep all day anyway, got another night shift tonight. But I promise next weekend ill have more time and maybe we could go to the movies or something" She says, reminding me why I favour her over both of my parents so much. Not because she lets me do what I want, but because she cares and wants to spend time with me. That's all it takes.