Unknown Number || S.Stan Story

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We sat on one of the couches. I was super nervous, last time I felt like this was... I don't even know when. Anything like this hasn't ever happened to me before. I've met celebrities that I adore before, yes, but this is different. He already knows so much about me and it frightens me a little bit. He feels so familiar, yet a total stranger.

"I'm sorry if this is upsetting, you just lost your mother and all... I should've waited, I know. But I wanted to be there for you, really be there, you know." He said, taking a sip of his wine after and putting the half-empty glass on the coffee table. "I'm not that good with technology." He chuckled with a little grimace on his face, which looked super cute by the way.

"Not good with technology? You knew a lot about me before we even met." I stated, making clear that I wanted an explanation.
He scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"I know it might seem creepy, maybe even stalkerish but I just— I don't actually have a good explanation for my actions. I got interested in you and it got a little out of hand."

I took a deep breath. It felt a little bit weird that my stalker, Charming, was actually Sebastian. It felt so unreal. I drank the wine glass empty in a few seconds and put it down. I lift my other leg on the couch and lean onto it, exploring Sebastian's face, intrigued.

"I believe you." I said, not even thinking what I said. I was too sad... too exhausted to think. I felt like I was going to pass out right there, on the couch. I put my hand on my forehead and grimaced, "um... were you ever going to..." black dots started to appear in my vision. "tell me. That it's you." I finished the question on an edge of consciousness.

The last thing I visualized was him right in front of me, switching me in a lying position. Then it all went black.

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The light of the rising sun woke me up. I had been sleeping on the couch. I didn't first remember what had happened the previous day, but quickly it all came back, and my gaze started to look for Sebastian's face. He wasn't in the living room. Maybe I had passed out in the car and Aaron had carried me inside, maybe it was all just a dream. But why would he have left me sleep on the couch? Why not put me in my bed?

Stretching my arms and legs I got up. Slowly I made my way to the kitchen, I was starving. For my surprise I saw Sebastian in the kitchen — making breakfast. I was so convinced it was just a dream that it really caught me off guard. I haven't had a boyfriend in a long time, I'm not saying he is, but now that his back is facing me I couldn't help myself from walking up to him and wrapping my arms around his waist.

He didn't get frightened, even a little bit, like he knew I was going to do that. He had made bacon and eggs, just finishing off at this point. It's weird I hadn't smelled it. "Good morning, princess." Said Sebastian. I really liked the way he said it. I remember imagining him saying 'princess' to me when we only texted, when I didn't know his real identity. This is even better than what I ever dreamed.

"Morning, prince-bastard-hottie." I said and unwrapped my arms, now moving beside him. The bacon and eggs were already on the plates. "Bon appetit." Sebastian boasted, like this was a big achievement.

"Yes, wow. Can you see how impressed I am?" I laughed. He rolled his eyes at me and proudly carried his plate over to the kitchen table. I shook my head with a quiet chuckle at his childishness.
"You know you don't have any cutlery." I reminded him.

"Oh yeah. Where do you keep those," he started to go through the cabinets. "Here?" He pointed one of them and opened it, not waiting for a response.
His face lightened up and he took out a fork and a knife, showing them to me and hurrying back to the table. Almost seems like he is even hungrier than me.

I sat down opposite him with my plate and a glass of orange juice. He was guzzling food in his mouth like a hungry wolf..
"You feel any better? You know, I will do anything for you. Anything you need, just tell me." Sebastian said, looking up at me after a while.

"Yeah... yeah I know." I responded quietly. He gave me an encouraging smile.
"Where did you sleep last night?" I asked curiously.
"On the other big couch there. I did think about going home but I couldn't leave you alone after what happened yesterday. I figured it would be alright if I crashed the night on the couch." He explained. "Oh, and your dear Waiter tried to call you early in the morning, I turned your phone off so you wouldn't be disturbed."

"Wait, he did?" I asked, furrowing my brows. Sebastian responded with a simple nod. I shrugged and continued eating.
"You won't call him back?" Sebastian asked, confusion in his voice.
"Nah, it can wait. I'm too tired anyway."

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