Head over Heels (ON HOLD)

Chapter.23

Rachel.

I move in my bed and when I search for my pillow to cuddle I don't find one. But I am collided against another body. Without opening my eyes I feel the 'object'. It has hard abs and coarse skin. Definitely not my pillow.

I don't remember cuddling a rock last night. When I open my eyes I am gifted with the image of Remo. He looked absolutely painstakingly handsome in his sleep. He looked so heavenly. There was no frown masking his face and a small smile was tugging at the corner of his lips. It seemed as if he was lost in his plethora of happiness.

Remo!?

What the hell is he doing in my room. God! No! I quickly get up and look under my sheet. I thank some unseen fortune, that my dress was in place and we didn't end up doing something stupid. On getting up I felt as if my head was going to blast any moment. I was feeling queasy. It felt as if I was going to throw up any moment.

Without a second thought I jump from my bed and head for my washroom. I empty whatever was left in my stomach.

Suddenly I feel somebody gathering my hair in their hand and was rubbing me from behind. I don't bother to turn and look because it felt as if I am going to collapse any moment.

When I am done throwing, I quickly flush it and move myself to the wash basin counter. That's when I realise his presence.

The same pair of electrifying eyes that used to be reason for my sleepless nights were staring back at my dark orbs.

"Remo!?"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"How are you feeling Angel?" He asks me with concern.

"Don't you Angel me, I am not falling for you this time."

"I am not making you fall or something. I am just concerned about you."

"Concerned?" I huff.

I quickly wash my face and make my way back to the bedroom. I didn't bother whether my hair was looking as if I was electrocuted.

"Yes I was. After the stunt you played yesterday I have the damn right to be concerned. " Remo screeches coming out of the washroom.

I sit myself on the edge of the bed and place my head in both my hands. I feel a throbbing pain surging through every nerve of my body. That's when I am reminded of yesterday's night.

God! I was drunk. I felt someone throwing me around their shoulders and taking me back home. Please don't tell me that was Remo. Or was it he?

No! No! I might have made a fool of myself in front him. When I am drunk I do have the habit of blabbering nonsense. God! What if I just shared my feelings with him? Or worst.... No! No!! I don't want to think about all that.

"For heaven's sake. Answer me lady."

"What?" I had no clue that Remo was standing right in front of me demanding an answer.

"I am okay."
He cocks his eyebrows at me.

"Oofh! I am not feeling good. I feel like shit right now. It feels as if I am douche bag and I have banged myself against a crane or something. I really don't know. I just want to throw up, but nothing is left in my stomach for that." I am nearly knocked out of breath when I complete my speech.

"I like it."

"Excuse me?"

"I like when you open up. You aren't expected to feel all good after you drown four bottles full of beer."