Friends with benefits • a/p

Chapter 2

Perrie's POV

I open my eyes to an unknown, unfamiliar room. I look around me and finally notice the beautiful man who is still asleep next to me. The memories from last night are here. I had an amazing night with him. I feel some kind of a soreness between my legs, and a slight pain down my legs, but I don't regret any second spent with him.

Should I wait for him to wake up? What will I tell him? Will it be awkward? Did he like it? All of these questions start floating through my head as I keep staring at him. That's weird Perrie. I get off the bed and start collecting my clothes from the floor.

Once I'm fully dressed in my last night's clothes, I look back at Alex, he's still sleeping. No way he's that tired. Should I leave? Probably. But I want to see him again. What if he doesn't want to see me?

I decide to leave a note with my number on it. If he wants to see me, he'll call or text me. If not, I'll just continue with my life remembering my first and probably the best one night stand ever.

I slowly and quietly leave the bedroom holding my heels in my hands after I leave the note on the pillow next to him, but I don't close the door yet. I look at his sleepy face once again. He's so cute yet so hot. How do people have one night stands? How do they not get attached to the person they've been intimate with?

I shake the thought out of my head as I close the door and head down the stairs and out the front door. I put on my heels and look around his neighbourhood. Where exactly am I? I have no idea. I'm honestly lost. What do I do? I start walking and eventually a cab passes by.

Once I'm in the cab and on my way home I start thinking about the beautiful man I met last night. Has he woken up yet?

When I get home, I shut the door and make my way upstairs. It's Saturday, and I don't plan on spending the day doing something productive.

I take off my last night's clothes and step in the shower. Suddenly, I feel miserable. Miserable, for him. I feel like I want him, badly. I remember the way his smile formed on his face, the way his eyes lit up as the minutes of our conversations passed, but also the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, the way he held me all night. Oh what would I do if he doesn't call, if I never see him again.

Well, I know where he lives. I could always show up, right? That sounds stupid. Who does that?

After I'm finished showering, I get dressed in nothing but joggers and an oversized hoodie. I brush my hair and leave it to dry itself and go downstairs in my kitchen. I'm hungry, but I don't feel like cooking anything. I check my phone. Nothing.

I decide to order food for today, and spend the day on my couch watching television.

During my second movie on Netflix, my door bell rings. My heart skips a beat as I jump from the couch and sprint towards the door.

"Surprisee"

"Mum?" - I say in a disappointed voice.

"Yes, mum. Aren't you happy to see me?" - she smiles and opens her arms for a hug.

"Noo, of course I'm happy to see you" - I smile as I hug her. "I just didn't expect to see you."

"Then what's up with that disappointed face when you opened the door?" - she looks at me.

"No no, I wasn't disappointed. I was just surprised. I expected my food delivery" - I say making her chuckle.

"Alright then" - she says and makes her way to the living room.

I'd lie if I say that I wasn't a bit disappointed when I saw that my mum at the door. But on the other hand, I'm glad she came to visit me. I needed her company. She's always the one who gives me the most support. She's a great listener, and I'm really thankful for that.