Chapter 1
Pounding head.Dry mouth.Sweaty body.Nauseous.Whole body aching. Yep. Sounds like the all too familiar symptoms of a hangover. Opening one of my eyelids and peering at my surroundings turned out to be a bad decision. I flinched at the light filling the room. After a few minutes of an unattractive frown and lots of blinking, I was able to look at the crisp white ceiling above me.
The bowling ball inside my head rolled around as I moved my head to the left. Right next to me was a face with a lip piercing, earrings, a nose ring and insanely gorgeous brown eyes that were staring at me. I jumped at the realisation and sunk down into the covers, covering my bare chest further.
"Eliana? Was it?" His deep croaky morning voice questioned, his eyes showed the same amount of shock that I felt.
"Eloise." I corrected him. "You are?"
"Liam." He said, avoiding eye contact now. "I um.." He stumbled on his words. Trying to find the politest way to ask me to leave. "I have to get to work."
He abruptly sat up, consequently taking the bed covers with him, leaving me totally exposed. I let out a shriek and tried to cover myself. He laughed and threw my underwear and dress at me. Slipping on the skimpy pieces of material, flashes from last night flooded my still pounding head. Me and some girlfriends went to a club and each left with a different guy. God, I thought these get-so-wasted-you-don't-know-what-you're-doing days were over. Obviously not.
Within a matter of seconds this incredibly gorgeous tattooed man was collecting my possessions and showing me the door. I feel so dirty. I was sure my days of sleeping with a random drunken boy were over. I feel so ashamed of myself.
Before Liam closed the door he paused, looking down at our feet. He took a deep breath as if to find some kind of inspiration. "Listen.. Eliana.."
"Eloise." I corrected him. He nodded, looking at his feet again.
"I made a deal with myself to never do all the things I did last night again because it lead to bad consequences and I don't want it to happen again. So I just want you to know that this won't be turning into anything else than what it is now. I hope you have a good life." With that he slammed the door closed in my face. I was left standing there replaying the images from last night, hating myself more every second.
I guess it's now time for the walk of shame back to my apartment. Messy hair, shoes in hand, head hung down, and clothing dishevelled. I found comfort in the fact that there were several other women walking these streets looking a lot like I did right now. First thing to do when I get home is to have a shower and wash off all the shame and regret of the past 12 hours. It's a new day and I'm gonna make it worth it.
A/N: HELLO YOU. How are you? What do you think of the first chapter? I'm going to be updating on sundays and wednesdays :) maybe Fridays if I get lots of good feedback :) xoxox
