Finding You // s.m.

eleven

The next morning, I was woken up to Will above me. He shook my shoulder and when I opened my eyes, he had a smile.

"Why are you sleeping on the couch?" He laughed.

"Oh, I must've fallen asleep after dinner." I sat up.

"Wow, what happened to your face?" His face suddenly covered in worry and he sat next to me.

I slowly moved over and looked at my hands.

"I walked into the door." I lied.

"Babe, gotta be more careful." He laughed.

He stood, putting his hand under my chin and pressed his lips to mine.

"I'm going to go to the gym for a little, be back soon." He smiled, leaving.

I sighed and pushed the blanket off of me. I went to the bathroom and looked over my body. I had bruises on my wrist and arm, my face still hurting and extremely red. I went to my phone and called Peter.

"Hey, Mills! You never got back to me last night."

"Yeah, I know. I fell asleep." I forcefully laughed.

"What's up, wanna hang out tonight?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, sure! But, could we just like stay at your house?" I asked.

"Of course! Amelia is home tonight, too. We can make dinner!" He sounded excited.

"Cool, so like 5?" I asked.

"Sounds good! See you!" He hung up.

I went to the bathroom and showered. I went to my bag and pulled out a long sleeve shirt and jeans. I put on some makeup, covering my under eyes and my cheek. It was still a little red, but I could play it off as blush. I put on mascara and headed to the kitchen. I made waffles for Will and I had a glass of water. I left the waffles in the microwave to stay warm and sat at the kitchen table.

Will came home shortly after and showered. He came down and grabbed the waffles, sitting next to me.

"Thank you, babe." He smiled, kissing my good cheek.

"Mhm." I nodded.

"You okay?" He asked, his mouth full of waffle.

"Yeah, I'm going to Peter and Amelia's tonight for dinner."

"Oh cool, I was going to go out with the guys." He nodded.

"Okay." I said.

I got up from the table and set my cup in the sink. I had no appetite at all. I went to the room and put on socks and shoes. I grabbed my purse and went downstairs. I put my phone in my pocket and went to the kitchen.

"I'm going to go grocery shopping. Need anything?"

"Uhmm.. I don't think so, whatever is on the list." He smiled.

I nodded, pulling my sleeves up to tie my shoe.

"Babe, what's on your wrist?" He stood up, coming over.

"Oh, this?" I pointed to my heavily bruised wrist.

"Yeah, who did that?"

"Who did.. this?" I pointed again.

"Yes, that's what I asked."

"Look, I better go.." I chuckled and went to walk away.

He grabbed my other wrist and I yanked it away from him. My eyes must've been huge because his went small and confused.