Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Marry You pt. 14

You wake to pounding in your head and the pain at the sides of your neck tells you that you slept in crazy position. One glance under the covers tells you that you slept in your clothes and after rubbing your eyes, the smudges on your hands tell you that you never took your makeup off. You toss the covers aside and sit up slowly but as you head spins your stomach flips. You rush in the direction of the nearest bathroom and as soon as the contents of your stomach have been retched into the bowl, you sit back on the floor and lean back against the nearest wall. While you catch your breath, you look around and notice that you are not in your bathroom at your place. Your brows furrow at the little Captain America on the counter next to the sink and then where you are comes to you.

Brin's.

You stand slowly by way of the counter and a you stand you take a look at yourself in the mirror. As expected you hair is a mess, as is your makeup and your clothes but somehow you still look like yourself. On the far end of the counter you notice a little post-it note on top of the folded clothes.

These are for you. I work from home for now so, you can stay as long as you want. I'm here for you. -Brin

You set the note aside and take a deep breath to keep from full-on crying again. You undress carefully as not to make yourself sick again and then get into the shower. As the hot water pours over you, you start to recall the nights in bits and pieces. Of what you do remember, you would rather forget but then again it was nice to see Bruno. You asked to see him without explanation but he still agreed to see you and made good on his word. At the doors of the hotel bar, he had the chance to let the bouncer turn you away but he brought you inside and tended to your drunk mood swings. Truthfully, when you called and asked to see him you had no idea what you were going to say. As you step out of the shower wringing out your hair the answer for it all comes to you.

You had to see him. You wanted to apologize. You wanted change the decision you made about him. Back then, as you always have and still do now, you love him.

Once you're dressed, you make due with Brin's regular blow-dryer by brushing out your hair as you dry it and then scrunching yours curls while they're still damp. You nab a headband out of one of the bathroom cabinets and then make your way down stairs in the sweats Brin left for you. She's seated the kitchen island with her laptop, planner, and an empty plate with a mug in hand. She's dressed comfortably in a pair of worn jeans and a soft-looking white blouse with bell sleeves.

"Hey," she says slowly pull her eyes from her screen. She has sip of her coffee then steps down off the stool she's seated in. "Morning." She walks over to her coffee maker and take a small saucer from the top of a mug, she hands that to you.

"Thanks," you croak with you morning voice. She smiles and gestures to the seat beside her. She closes her laptop, pushes it aside and then jots something down quickly in her planner. You have a sip from your mug.

"So you work from home now."

"Yeah," she says with a nod. "Office work was weighing on me so I wanted to switch it up a bit. Jeremy is at work and Nate is already at school so, we've got the house to ourselves." She gives you a little smirk then thumbs over her shoulder. There's oatmeal on the stove if you want or cereal on top of the fridge." I nod.

"What happened last night? I remember some of it but it's in pieces."

"You went to see Br---"

"I know. I know I got that far and that he brought me here but the rest is kind fuzzy. I remember him asking me what was wrong but I couldn't find the words I wanted to say. All I really remember is that I was crying; he played and sang for me." You blink and when your eyes meet hers tears skate down your cheeks. You sigh and look away from her. "I expected him to refuse---expected him to turn me away or at least act like he was angry even just a little but he---he didn't."