His Effect [h.s] AU

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨?

There was annoying shuffling in my room that made me groan, and not wanting to wake up I move to my side. Unfortunately for me, the noise kept getting more and more annoying as I faked sleep and the light from the drawn curtains wasn't helping one bit. I didn't want to open my eyes because I knew the moment I did, I would have a raging hangover.

I sit up, very aware that there was a scowl on my face and I probably looked like death but I didn't care. I see Jaque, walking around my room with a box of donuts in his hand and a single donut in his other, chewing ever so obnoxiously.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" I retort, my head indeed pounding. "And why are you so loud?"

"For a moment there I thought you might've died. I accidentally knocked over your lamp and you didn't even flinch." He says and takes another bite from the doughnut in his hand. "Also, this was at the doorstep." He shakes the box.

"And you're just eating them?"

"Well, there was a note on the box and it said your name. Don't worry, I didn't read it. I don't invade people's privacy."

"You're in my room, and you're eating donuts that were apparently sent to me. Does that sound like invasion of privacy to you?" I say making him shrug.

I roll my eyes at him and get out of bed, I noticed there was a bottle of pills and a half empty glass of water next to my bed. Four must've gotten them ready for me. I smile at the fact that this was so nice yet shudder at the fact that he roamed the kitchen to look for the Advil and a glass of water.

I go to my closet, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes and my towel. "Someone had a fun night." Jaque says, a devilish smirk on his lips. "I almost feel offended that I wasn't invited."

"Why would you be offended? It was a relief not having to babysit you for one night." Last night was definitely what I needed to distract myself from everything. The hangover I could go without.

"Yeah, well lucky for you I didn't feel mischievous last night." He grimaces, probably remembering how he threw his guts out.

"Well, you chose the one day I'm not here to act your age. I'm guessing you're going back to being a scoundrel then?"

"I don't know," he mumbles with the donut in his mouth after he takes a last bite and finishes it. "We'll just have to wait and see." He leaves the box on my bed before walking out of my room.

I go straight to my bathroom and release my stress in the shower.

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When I come out, my phone is vibrating with an incoming call from Madi and I answer, securing the towel to me as I closed my bedroom door.

"How's your hangover?" She asks with a mocking tone making me let out a soft giggle followed by a trudging groan.

"Not as bad as I thought." I retort as I look in my drawer for a fresh pair of underwear and a bra.

"I don't believe that for a second," She says. "You almost drank the whole party."

"Four left me some Advil for the morning on my nightstand and they really helped." I say making her coo.

"How about round two?"

"I think one night was enough for me." I suddenly get a whiff of tequila from last night and gag.

"Esmer's boyfriend Zach owns this nightclub and she invited me and now I'm inviting you." I could hear the mischievous grin in her tone.

"Okay, first of all I don't even know the guy." I say.

"So? I didn't know half the people at my party yet we still had a good time." She says and I can practically hear her shrugging through the phone.

"I don't know," I say, walking out of my closet and onto my room. "I'll think about it." I say. I hear her clap rapidly in excitement.

"Okay. I'll text you the details, I'll call you later bye, I love you." She rushes before hanging up, not giving me enough time to reply.

I guess I do need to relax for more than one night a year. I've been looking after my brother even before rehab, I think I deserve to enjoy myself from time to time. I don't mind parties, I just hate having to get ready for them when I have no motivation to do so.

I haven't seen or heard from Four since last night. I wasn't even sure how he got out last night without the code, though my thoughts are answered when the wind from outside blows in my curtains.

He climbed out the window.

I hold back my laughter as I look outside to see parts of tree branches broken on the floor, making me imagine how he must've looked climbing out my window.

Anyway, me not hearing from him was probably a sign that my plan to get him freaked out so much he stays away, worked.

I close my window before exiting my room and go downstairs. Just as I was about to enter the kitchen, I stop by my parents office. Maybe I should see exactly what it was Four was up to roaming the house last night. There's security camera's in every corner you can possibly think of.

I enter the password in the monitor and open the camera surveillance. I look for last night. At around two fourteen in the morning Four and I enter the house, I skip forward to thirty minutes later. Four is walking down the stairs, looking around before he spots the camera.

"If you see this, I'm looking for your kitchen!" He whisper yells and I roll my eyes. I look at every camera angle and watch as he stops to look at a picture of me my parents hanged up, an individual modeling picture. Four looks at it for a bit longer, snaps a photo of it and looks back to the camera in the hallway. He puts a thumbs up before he continues to walk, finally finding the kitchen.

He opens a cabinet, takes a glass and fills it up with a watered bottle from the fridge before he disposed of the empty bottle in the trash. He then turns and opens every cupboard before he finds the medicine cabinet and takes out the bottle of Advil.

He walks back upstairs and at around three forty-two he's climbing out the window and down the tree almost professionally. He's got pretty good upper body strength and my face heats up when his shirt rose up and the camera got his hips and some scattered tattoos.

After successfully getting down, he walks away.

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the picture four liked of jo in the house