The Boxer's Girl {COMPLETED}

Chapter 12• Morning Surprises

Chapter 12• Morning Surprises
"Breakfast!" One of the guys called from downstairs. Blake and I looked at each other and he had a naughty and mysterious smirk on his face.
It had become awkward--to me anyway-- when I realised I was still holding on to Blake. We were still alone in what must have been the spare bedroom.
I tried pushing myself off him, but it somehow resulted in me being slung over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
"B...... Lake...." I mumbled. I wasn't too energised and I tried backing up my disapproval with my hands slamming against his back.
It didn't seem to make any difference. I wasn't even coming near to a reaction from Blake, so I gave up and enjoyed not having to walk myself.
I'm not going to lie. It felt like I was getting used to this. It happened quite a few times the other night.
When we got downstairs and Blake almost dropped me into one of the chairs at the kitchen counter, a sharp pain went through my head again. I shut my eyes and tried to message my own head with my hands.
"Are you ok Ella?" Ryan asked from the other side of the counter.
"Apart from a really bad headache?I'm just tired." I said sarcastically.
"Uh, that might be my fault..." Blake said guiltily. I spun around on my chair to see Blake standing in front of the sofa scratching his neck. I couldn't help but notice his big arms. Seeing him like this made me laugh. He was looking all guilty and ashamed, I tried to contain it so that just a grin broke on my face.
"How's that?" I asked.
"Well, I sort of hit your head when you were passed out in my arms, against the door frame when I was-" Blake started. My grin dropped immediately.
Passed out? Was I drunk? I don't remember having much if not any alcohol to drink last night. "Wait wait wait wait... Your telling me I passed out in your arms?" I was shocked to say the least.
"Not exactly. Don't you remember anything from last night?"
I racked my brain for something. Anything. There was something I remember... Throughout the morning I've been having flashes of a violent fight that went on. I just can't remember who. Or where it was. I'm thinking that maybe it was part of my dream last night.
"Ella?" Blake asked.
"I'm sorry, I really don't remember. I can't tell imagination from reality!" I said looking ashamed.
It went silent for a moment except for the sound of Ryan making breakfast. I wasn't sure what he was making though.
"Ella, you hungry? I have some eggs and toast." Ryan asked politely.
"Thanks, I'm not really hungry. But some good medication for my headache would be helpful. And I guess I need food with medication."
Ryan took a minute to take what I said in, before turning to an above head cupboard and getting out a container filled with boxes or medicine.
Ryan held out a box, questioning if I wanted that medication. It was Advil so I nodded and he gave me the box to get them myself.
Meanwhile he got me out a glass and poured me some water.
I smiled and nodded to say thanks. I finished half of my breakfast, not really interested. The boys were acting very... odd. They seemed cautious around me and what they said. Finally, I got tired of it.
"Ok, guys. I get I'm sort of out-of-it and all, but I can deal with my own consequences and stories. So please, I'm not a delicate little flower." I tried saying with as much seriousness as I could muster. I'm usually not good at being serious, and surprised myself as I hadn't cracked yet.
But their reaction, I was not expecting. They all looked to each other, and then me. And then each other, and then finally, they settled their gazes on me and .... burst out laughing.
I stared at them with a confused and slightly ticked-off expression. When they looked up to try and compose themselves in front of me, they started laughing again.
"I don't understand. What on earth is so funny?" I asked.
"You." Blake said after he quit laughing. I waited for him to explain but he didn't, and just sat there looking at me.
I decided to let it go. They can have their guy moments and laugh without me. I didn't find it annoying at all. *note the sarcasm*
"Hey, um, can i, borrow some clean clothes?" I asked softly. I didn't want to sound up-tight or guilt them into giving me clothes.
"Yep." Noel and Ryan said together.
"I'll get you some. Come," Blake gestured towards upstairs. "-or do you need a hand?" He added with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes but let a small giggle escape. Something about his tone, I can't help but find amusing. It always happened, only when he spoke. A smile would always break loose. He was always smiling as well, and that amused me even more.
I found it hard not to worry about what happened last night. The boys seemed to have not much to do with it, apart from Blake. But nothing worth worry because I knew what he or/and I did. But how I ended up drunk? Passed out? Why Blake had to carry me to his house? Wait, was this his house? Or was it Mike, Ryan or Noel's? And those flashes, were they memories or imagination?
I mentally groaned. So many questions. Even if I asked, would Blake or anyone have the answer? Maybe it's worth a try.
"Do you want a shower while your at it? The bathroom I would recommend you using is in my room." Blake asked, once we got to the top of the stairs, pulling me out of my thoughts. His lips were twiched upwards.
I shrugged. "Okay, yes please."
"Mmkay. My room then." He continued walking and got to a bedroom that was opposite the spare one and slightly more further down. I followed him inside his bedroom as he got out a t-shirt and sweatpants. He then turned towards the door.
"I'll be right back, wait here." Blake demanded but not too harshly.
He put the folded clothes on his bed before walking out. I took a good look around his room. It had a red feature wall. Most of his furniture was wood painted black. I was surprised at how tidy it was, yet it was cosy. On one of the walls,  a flat screen TV was floating against the wall. In the other corner of the room, there was a mini couch facing the TV. It had no pillows, but it had a skipping rope draped over the top, where I would think of a blanket being there.
On the opposite side of the room, near the bed there was a desk. It had a lamp and 2 photo frames. One of them, was of him, his dad, his mum and Charlie. I could tell it was his mother because Blake and Charlie, but more Charlie, had her facial features. She was a beautiful women to say the least. The other picture frame had a picture of Blake, Mike and Ryan standing together. The thing that caught me off guard about this photo is Blake was shirtless, with a pair of red gloves on his hand. He had won some sort of belt. He had--I think they are called--board shorts on.
Just then, Blake came in and cleared his throat, snapping me out of my reverie. I noticed that I was standing so close to the desk, there was no way I could hide that I was looking at his personal pictures. I dropped my head, not beating to look at Blake out of embarrassment.
He chuckled. "Curiosity killed the cat, ya know." He joked. "I have towels for you."
I looked up and noticed he was grinning. I smiled back. "Thanks."
"Bathroom is that door," he pointed to a door on the left, I hadn't even noticed was there. "I'll be in my room, don't waste the hot water!"
So he was going to wait for me to have a shower, right next door? Okay... I guess it is his house.
"Okay, and I'll try not to" I said with a bit of a grin. I always had long showers at home. My shortest would be just under 10 minutes.
He has a pretty big house, I'm sure the water usage won't matter. I walked into the bathroom with my clothes and closed the door. I unstripped, putting my undergarments separate to my clean clothes and to my dress. I felt a little bit gross that I had to wear them again, after a shower. But I wasn't going to ask or complain, what would he do anyway?
I hopped in the shower. I tied my hair up so I didn't get it wet as I would've taken double the amount of time anyway.
I was in the shower for what must've been at least 10 minutes so far. I turned to face the water for the last time--again-- saying in my head that I was going to get out.
All of the sudden, I felt a rush of freezing cold water being tipped over my head. I shrieked loudly, and turned my body to face the shower doors. Out of the foggy glass, I could see Blake standing there with a--now empty-- bucket and grin on his face.
"Surprise!" Blake said dramatically. He used one hand to do something like jazz hands to make it more thrilling.
"Blake! What the hell! Get out!" I shrieked, trying to cover up my body with my hands.
He pouted and gave up, turning to walk out. He stopped as he was about to close the door.
"It's so time for you to get out now, by the way." He winked.
He closed the door. Why hadn't I locked that? Stupid me. I tried to hold in my laugh, but his actions were just too amusing.
I wasn't going to get out now, I have to wash my hair! Its wet now, so I grabbed the bottles of shampoo and conditioner and rushed to wash my hair.
As I was actually about to get out of the shower, the water turned cold without my turning off the hot water. I turned the hot up, but it just made more cold water come out. As it got freezing cold, I quickly turned both nobs off and hopped out of the shower.
Seems like I have used all the hot water. Whoops!
I wasn't going to tell Blake. No, I'd let him find out himself, it's his fault anyway. Sort of.
I wrapped the towel around me and noticed the sweat pants Blake gave me were missing. I quickly slid on my bra and underwear, sliding the thankfully over sized t-shirt over me. Luckily, it covered everything. Just.
I found my phone on Blake's bed, I must've left it there when I picked up my stuff and went into the bathroom. I checked my camera roll, an instinct after I leave my phone alone. Seems like Blake hadn't taken any selfies.... that's at first! I messaged Bridget telling her I'm fine and at Blake's house and then turned it off and brought it downstairs.
With my hair still wet and nothing done to it, I planned on asking for pants from Blake. Those sweat pants looked soooo comfy!
When I got half way down the stairs, I noticed Blake sitting on the couch, in the sweatpants he gave me. Noel, Ryan and Mike no where in sight. They probably went home.
So generous. I thought.
I crept as silently as I could to the counter and put my phone down. My dress was hanging over my arm.
I could be a spy. I thought as I crept towards the couch where Blake was watching TV with his back towards me.
I did some spy-like moves to amuse myself, and then stood exactly behind Blake.
"Peek-a-" I stated whispering in his ear.
Before I could whisper the rest Blake jumped up and turned around. He was facing me in a stance and had his hands up in fists covering his face.
"Ahhhh!" I screamed at the sudden movement and Blake's sort of shriek. I didn't even get to finish saying 'peek-a-boo'!
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Authors note: I kept this chapter short so I could update quickly, plus, for the long day ahead, I had to break it somewhere. Next chapter will be longer.
Do you like my long chapters? Or do you prefer lots of shorter ones?
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Ok, that was two, sorry!!!
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-Rochelle XD xx