We Found Love

twelve

I wake up with a sharp pain in my head, and I wince as I sit up from my bed. "What the hell," I mutter, feeling a cloth-like texture on my face. I remove it and see that it's my face mask, and I let out a groan.

"Emery, I swear if you break out because of having this face mask on the whole night," I get up and walk to the bathroom, discarding the dried-up face mask. I inspect my face for a couple of minutes, making sure that there were no potential pimples forming on my face.

After washing up and checking my face one more time, I head to the kitchen to grab anything to calm my headache. As I walk, something moves from the corner of my eye and I stop my tracks.

I slowly turn around and I jump, realizing who it was. It was August! August Gilmore, who should most definitely not be in my apartment, is in my apartment! He was resting on my couch, sleeping soundly and all curled up.

"August!" I shout, nudging him. "What are you doing here?" He doesn't budge so I continuously nudge him till he wakes up.

"Yeah, I'd like a cup of coffee, please," He utters and rolls on his side, his back facing me. I scoff and run my fingers through my hair, visibly confused and anxious. "August Gilmore I am not offering you coffee. Get up!"

I pull him away from the couch and watch as he falls to the floor, immediately waking him up. "Ow!" August exclaims, opening his eyes and scowling. "Why did you do that?" He asks me, annoyed.

"Because you wouldn't wake up no matter how hard I tried," I respond. "Now, answer my question. What are you doing here?"

August gets up and scratches his head, looking around. "Don't you remember? You called me, acting all drunk and crying about who knows what," He glances at me. "Are you okay, though?"

I raise an eyebrow, confused. "I don't remember doing anything of that." I point to myself. "I called you? And you came?" August nods. "Why didn't you leave?"

"Oh, believe me, I tried. But you kept holding on to me saying that you were sad and lonely and you wanted me to stay with you." My eyes widen and I blush, hearing the words that were coming out of August's mouth.

"No way, I would never do that." I laugh awkwardly and shake my head. "I also don't remember drinking a lot, I swear I only had two cans of beer," I say to myself. "Anyways," I look up at August.

"Since you're already here, want to get breakfast with me?"

August opens his mouth, probably to object, but I stop him. "I know, I know, we made a deal to not be together during non-filming days but think of it as a thank you," I tell him.

"You know, thank you for dealing with me last night. You didn't have to but you did." I wait for August's response and after a moment, he sighs and nods.

"Sure, why not."

I smile. "Okay, let me change and we can go." I quickly go to my bedroom and change into jeans and an oversized sweater. I still had a massive headache, which I conclude to most likely be from a hangover, so I drink some water before going back to the living room.

"Okay, I'm read-" I start to speak but stop. There was August, glancing at my shelves filled with pictures and awards. I watch as he leans forward and looks at a certain picture, slightly taken aback when I notice a smile on his face.

I walk right up beside him and see the picture he was looking at. It was me holding up the script from my very first acting offer. I was fifteen at that time, and even though I didn't get a huge role, I was so excited to begin filming.

"I don't think my dad knew that I was in that web drama until it actually released," I tell August, pointing at the picture. "He was never home so I never got the chance to tell him," I sigh.