Becoming

Chapter 21

I wake up in the middle of the night when I hear stumbling. "Greg?" I turn on the lamp and check the time, 03:14 am. "Where the hell have you been, I was worried sick!" I shout.

"Hush Baby" he laughs and sounds drunk."Are you drunk?" I get out of bed and walk up to him. "Greg what the hell?" I look at him as he tries to stand up straight. "You look so sexy" he drunkly smiles holding my hips. "Let's get you to bed" I say.

Getting Greg out of his clothes was a hustle, but a few moments after avoiding his sloppy kisses and making out he finally fell asleep. Greg has never gotten this drunk, atleast not since I met him. I wonder how he arrived, because he wasn't even able to stand up straight.

I look at him one more time. To say I'm angry is an understatement, I'm furious. While I was busy stressing about his whereabouts he was busy getting drunk and he didn't even bother to text me back or call me to tell me where he is. I can't sleep in the same bed with him, so I decide to sleep in one of the spare bedrooms.

....

The smell of bacon fills my nostrils and it takes me a while to realise that Im not in Greg and I's room. Once I reach the kitchen Greg is focusing on the stove his back facing me. how does he not have a hangover after lastnight. "Hey" I watch him and cross my arms. He turns around with a smile "Hey baby, how'd you sleep? " he asks.

Seriously? ...

"How did I sleep? Let me see. I waited for you lastnight,called you, texted you and you didn't bother to get back to me. You came back home at 3 in the freaking morning, drunk and now you're asking me how I slept!" I raise my voice at him.

He doesn't say anything, but just looks at me. "Now is a good time to explain yourself Greg, because I deserve some sort of explanation" I continue. "Babe, some of my friends wanted us to go grab a few drinks after a stressful day. I know I should've texted you, but my battery died" he explains himself.

"Classic" I tell him shaking my head. "What is that suppose to mean?" he asks and I watch him prepare our plates. "Couldn't you call me from one of your friend's phone?" both my hands are on my hips and my foot is tapping the floor. "Wait, are you saying I'm lying?" he hands me my plate, but I don't take it.

"Well are you?" I look him in the eyes. "Wow, seriously Anna. Why would I be lying? I told you my damn battery died and that's that!" he raises his voice. "Don't raise your voice at me!" I look at my plate, take the bacon and shove it in my mouth.

"Well I wouldn't have to if you weren't acting like a child right now!" he shouts. "A child. So now I'm being Childish?" I shout back. There is silence before I speak again. "I was just really worried. You said you were working till late, but I just got concerned when you weren't returning my texts or my calls" I tell him.

"I know baby I'm sorry. Luke and Harry suggested we just let loose and I guess we got a bit carried away with the drinks. I was gonna text, but when we reached the bar my battery died" he pauses then speaks again. "I'm also sorry for raising my voice at you" he holds both my hands.

"Don't pull lastnight's move again. I don't mind you getting drinks with your boys, but I would appreciate some sort of heads up" I tell him. "You're cute you know that?" he kisses my forehead. "Can I take you out for dinner tonight?" he pouts waiting for a response. "You make it so hard to stay mad at you" I close my eyes.

"I'll reserve a place for us" he lifts me up and places me on the counter. He is currently shirtless and I can't help rubbing my hands up and down his abs. Let's just say by the time we made it back to the kitchen our breakfast was already cold.