His Girl

Chapter Three (I'M BACK??)

*5 missed calls, 10 unread messages*

Rubbing my swollen eyes, I sit up and look around me. Sat on a bed in an unknown room with only my bra and knickers to cover me, I find myself surrounded with empty alcohol bottles and cigarette buds. Most shockingly, Ross sprawled out beside me.

I can't form a coherent sentence in my mind about this situation, but I look to my missed communications as a starting point. Snatching my phone from beside me, I read over the numerous messages from my mother.

'Laura, when are you coming home?'
10:02pm

'Laura, have you left yet?'
10:47pm

'Where are you? Why aren't you answering?'
12:54pm

'I'm calling the cops if you don't call me!'
01:28am

'I'm getting worried'
2:01

'Shit' I curse silently. My fingers race to text a reasonable explanation.

'Sorry Mom, got caught up with all the fun. Was too tired to drive home, so went back to Beth's place. Love you x'

Throwing the covers off me and pushing the bottles and buds away, I speedily but quietly jump out of this stranger's bed and pull my clothes on. Frequently peering over to Ross sleeping heavily on the bed dreading his awakening, I stumble around frantically to escape his house. Collecting my phone, I run out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where all the drama began. Retrieving my jacket and bag from the sofa, I race out the house and gently close the door behind me.

"What the fuck happened last night?" I whisper to myself. Without any indication as to where I am, I resort to my phone for help. The bright light of the outside strains my tired eyes and weak body. I can practically feel the alcohol shooting through my veins, no doubt ready to create a deadly mutation in my cells which will result in a fatal disease.

I let out a prolonged breath once my phone locates me, hurriedly calling Bethany for help.

"Laura, where the fuck have you been!" she screams down the line

"It was an eventful night. I've sent you my location, come get me please?" I plead

After a while, I'm relieved to see Bethany's car pull up. I jog to the door as she rolls down the window, clutching my belongings against my chest. "Who's house is this, it's huge!" she exclaims. At the speed everything was going last night, I didn't allow myself time to examine the house much. It's purely black and white with large windows, a very spacious drive and greenery that isolates it from other houses on the street. I stop admiring the unfamiliar house I spent the night in and get in Beth's car with a strong desire to just go home. "Well, who's house is it?" Bethany repeats curiously as she accelerates. I think deeply back to how last night played out before all the alcohol: being escorted into his kitchen and lifted onto the counter, before being attacked by the guy's lips. Those lips. Then I remember his deep, raspy voice that truly made the hairs on the back of my neck stand, and the words he repeated. 

"Princess" I think out loud. 

Bethany's eyebrows furrow in confusion and she chuckles. "The person's name was Princess?" 

"No" I chuckle. "Ross. Ross Lynch"

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Woah guys (if anyone will read this) i'm back?

I was thinking back to all my accounts and realised how many stories people loved and I'd forgotten about, I'm really sorry but this was another chapter I was inspired to write. Next chapter, sex scene..?

-Carla