NEVER FORGET YOU | 2

Chapter Sixteen

C H A P T E R - S I X T E E N

Song- Ocean eyes, Billie Eilish

And then it happens...
One day you wake up and you're in this place.
You're in this place where everything feels right.
Your heart is calm.
Your soul is lit.
Your thoughts are positive.
Your vision is clear.
You're at peace, at peace with where you've been, at peace with what you've been through and at peace with where you're headed.

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It was hot. Way too hot around me. But comfortable. A kind of comfort I have never felt before.

I stir in my sleep. I don't remember... when was the last time I had this much of peaceful sleep? The mattress underneath is so comforting, so warm. Hard, but warm. And it is breathing, I can feel it's soft heartbeat where I lay my head.

Wait a second?

Why the hell is my mattress breathing? And how can it breathe? It was supposed to be a non-living thing.

I tried to open my eyes to look at my supposed mattress but my body refused me. It didn't let me open my eyes. They were too much sleepy, and my head hurts like bitch.

I still managed to forced my eyes open and my heart skipped a beat.

My face came in contact with Amaan's from this close.

It's no mattress where I am sleeping, I'm sleeping over Amaan. My hair falling all over ourselves like a curtain. He's fast asleep with his mouth slightly open and his messy hair scattered around his forehead.

He looks just so adorable in his sleep.

I pushed my hair back and tried to lift my body up by placing my both palms on either side of our body. I want to have better view of his beautiful face, and I want to touch them, specially his light stubble. But something was holding me tight, not letting me move.

I took down to see what's holding me, and it was Amaan again. He has his both arms wrapped around my waist, and my legs are on either side of his waist, strangling him.

How the hell did I ended up here? With him, on the same bed?

I look to my surroundings. Thank god I'm still in my room. It's morning already, the sun is bright against my open window.

And my head still hurts.

I grip my head in my hand to lessen the pain as I try to think about all the happening of yesterday night.

Last thing I remember about last night was taking joints with a girl. A girl who's name I don't even know. What happened after? Everything is a complete blank inside my head after that incident.

How did I came here? Who brought me here? I look back to him. Well, isn't it obvious that he brought me here?

But why am I sleeping on him?

The dull ache at the lower part of my stomach reminds me another thing. Oh no. My periods. I'm on my periods. And I'm sleeping over him. What if I had stained his clothes? I haven't even changed. This is going to be so embarrassing if I actually had. But how am I supposed to see if I had or not?

I again try to look down, trying to move as less as I can. I don't want Amaan to wake up right now. I'm not ready to face him like this. But I just can't move. His grip is not letting me. And he groaned this time, maybe because of my constant movement. His hold tightened around my waist.