Luke Hemmings Imagine // Not Just A Neighbour

PART 2

        You flinched at the sound, gripping the fabric tight in your hand as you straightened your posture. "What the...", you grumble looking over your shoulder at the plain white door. Assuming it was someone who lives here, you decide to clothe quickly. You step in the dress, bending down to pull it up. You swayed, trying to squeeze back in. Being unable to zip it up yourself, you held the open side with your fingers. 

        You kicked your shoes around with intention of putting them on, but holding the open zipper made it harder. Once you've managed to step in them, you attempted on walking normally no matter the tired muscles. The annoying sound of the heels kicking against the wood pierced your hungover brain. 

        "Ugh, how do I pull this off", you mumble thinking of ways to leave without being noticed. You swing around taking one last look at the room with a frown on your face. 

        You pressed down the door handle slowly avoiding any noises. As soon as the squeaky door was heard, you closed your eyes sighing. "Jesus Christ", you think to yourself.

        You carefully stepped out, closing the door behind you. No one was in the hallway, so you saw it as a chance to fly down the stairs and get lost. However, every second standing there counted and a tap on your shoulder stopped you from walking away. You turned around to a familiar face.