City of Angels

5

5

I woke up to red cups and sweaty bodies everywhere, which to my delight, did make a good start to my day. Awkwardly, I had to remove a stranger's leg off of my torso without disturbing their slumber. Last night, I had collapsed on the sofa and considering that my clothing was intact, I knew that nothing else had happened since.

With a slight smile, I glanced around the room. Most of the guests had dispersed in the early hours of the morning and I figured that the remaining ones were the people who were too drunk or tired to make their own way back home safely. 

At least the place wasn't too dirty.

I scrunched up a few papers from the coffee table, collected up grubby glasses and arranged the furniture to how it had been over twenty four hours ago. Pleased with my basic cleaning skills, I decided to go take a shower, considering I smelt of a mixture between booze and sweat.

When I opened the bathroom door, I noticed someone with their back against the tiled wall. His eyes were shut and he wore a plain grey v-neck. After squinting at him for a moment, behind his untamed hair, I realised that he was the Patrick Schwarzenegger. We had only conversed briefly in the past but I knew who he was for years now, considering that his father was a well-known man, and we had been to a few shows and parties together. I wasn't really keen on allowing myself to slip into the shower in front of him just in case he suddenly woke up.

I crouched down next to him and shook his body gently. He stirred and his blue eyes shot open, a rush of confusion rushed from him briefly.

"Erm... w-what time is it?" He mumbled groggily, stretching his arms outwards.

"Eleven, thirteen," I replied. This made him nod slowly and I helped him to his feet. Even though he was taller than me, his short legs were around the same height as mine. We stood there in a moment of awkwardness before I twisted one of the taps on the bath. When I turned back, I realised that he hadn't moved. Instead, he had his head cocked to one side and his eyebrow raised. My eyes flicked between him and the shiny taps.

"What?"

He smiled slightly and ran his fingers through his hair. This made me paranoid that there was something on my face, "Do you live here?" He let out a nervous chuckle. Straight away, my eyes widened until I finally registered what he had said. It had slipped my mind that no one knew that I lived with Liam, probably because I had become somewhat accustomed to it.

"Yes, I do..." I said, my cheeks flushing slightly, as I stared at my feet, "I'm kind of l-like... his maid." I felt his presence scrutinizing me. In all honestly, I expected him to burst into fits of laughter because he just seemed like that type of person. Instead, he didn't say anything. He just stared at me innocently before leaving the room.

Pouring some strawberry bubble bath into the water, I decided to forget about my encounter with Patrick. He was something that was part of my previous life, although we hadn't exactly gotten on before. He seemed like one of those stuck-up rich boys, which like me, had his father to help aid him to fame. I shook my head and washed the thought out of my brain.

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For some reason, I didn't see Liam until late afternoon. At first, I thought he had gone out without telling me but when I heard the bedroom door shut, I realised that he was locked away in his bedroom. I wondered why though. However, I didn't bother to try communicate with him because he probably had a hangover from last night or whatever. I took this opportunity to finish cleaning up after yesterday.

When he came downstairs, he was wearing his pajamas still and his beard was unshaven. I saw the hairs prickling out of his chin more noticably. There were bags under his eyes and he almost split the hot water when he poured himself a cup of tea.

Anxiously, I observed him out of the corner of my eye... constantly switching between the television screen and his slouched frame. He sat down next to me, carefully making sure his drink didn't spill.

"Morning," Liam smiled.

"Afternoon," I nodded, eyeing the clock, "How are you?"

He yawned, "Tired, the party was amazing last night, the guests loved it."

Then, he went back upstairs so I visited the local shop. It had been the same as it always had been, on the corner of the street under a block of flats. The inside was the same as the exterior. Everything displayed neatly into aisles, with the magazines beside the door. None of them were that interesting though so I gave the articles a blind eye.

I bought a few snacks and some paracetamol (just in case) before eyeing the cigarettes. When I was younger, I smoked quite frequently with my ex-boyfriend Nick but over the years I managed to stop the addiction. However, this still meant I craved it every so often. Now was not an exception. I did not want to get back into old, unhealthy habits.

When I came back into the Hemsworth residents, there was a piece of paper stuck to the door saying that Liam had gone somewhere for a few hours. Not specifying his location, I used the spare key to unlock the front door.

After I locked it, I went upstairs so that I could put my shopping separate to Liam's stuff. That's when I spotted his ajar door, his desk in view. There were a lot of sheets scattered across the desk, most of which from first glance, seemed to contain printed information. Certain sections seemed to be highlighted. A can of Red Bull sat among the mess, suggesting that this is what Liam had been doing all day.

I didn't want to be nosy but I was curious. The first time he caught me snooping was when I had been cleaning out his garage and I had stumbled across his childhood items. However, this time, I knew that there was no way he was going to notice that I had looked at his stuff. Especially, if I didn't move them. It was really risky either way.

But I took the risk.

The papers were scripts and I didn't understand why he had them. One characte's lines had been cooloured throughout neatly. Was he casted in a movie? Shrugging, I knew that it wasn't my business so I left everything intact and dumped my shopping bags down in my room.

I couldn't help but think I knew hardly anything about him. About his career, his personal life, what he liked, what he disliked and I was determined to learn more.

sorry i took so long for this short update, exams, writer's block and life take up all of my time lmfao. #studentstruggles