Flying Free *Hawks x Reader*

Chapter 3

Waking up, everything felt like a dream. I looked to my nightstand, a glass of water and my pain meds were next to me. Those weren't there the night before.

The weed I had left out yesterday was also missing. "If that fucker stole my drugs I swear-" I was pleased to see he put everything away. "That's what I thought, bitch." I said smiling to myself.

I stood too quickly, causing me to fall back onto my bed as I lost my balance. I reached for the pain killers, swallowing my prescribed dosage. It didn't seem possible, but my head had actually felt worse today. I pushed through though, heading into the bathroom.

Turning the light on only caused more pain, but I needed to brush my teeth and shower. I could go one more day without washing my hair, but the grime from yesterday had to go.

It didn't take long for it to heat up. I was in there for not even ten minutes. I rested my head against the wall, brushing my teeth as the soap rinsed off my body. Once I felt all clean, I headed back to my room to get changed.

Was getting dressed even worth it? I had to put my laundry away, I had to- fuck, I have to go to the grocery store today. I threw on a loose sweatshirt and shorts making my way to the living room.

I was shocked to see that it was already twelve pm. "Holy shit, my sleep schedule is going to be ruined," I sighed.

My living room and kitchen were clean, unlike last night. Stray pieces of trash and cups were no longer scattered about my living room, my kitchen counters were wiped clean, the dishes were washed and put away, the trash taken out.

Did he do all of this? Honestly, I hadn't expected him to be so kind, while I didn't know much about him before our chance encounter yesterday, I heard he was relatively cocky, but he had been so nice and caring towards me.

That was a strange feeling. I never let anyone get that close before, it was nice.

I'd probably never see him again.

I sat on the couch with my tea, opening whatever emails I was sent, then continued to scroll through my social media to keep me occupied.

It was a lonely life for me that's for sure, but it was better this way.

About an hour passed on the couch while I waited for the throbbing in my head to dwindle. I decided now would be as good as any to start the chores I needed to catch up on

I walked to my room for the second time today. I stared at the checklist I had on my phone, I dropped it from my hands as I came in contact with the corner of my wall. I clutched my head letting out a sharp whine, the pain causing tears to dwell.

"Don't be a pussy (Y/n)." I bent down to pick my phone up, stopping myself from falling on my face with my hand as I began to lose balance.

"Fuck," I sighed sliding to the floor against the foot of my bed. I pulled the laundry basket close to me, dumping it all onto the floor. With music in the background, I began folding my clothes.

It was a slow, simple task. It was easier to leave them in the basket or in piles on the floor, but sometimes the mess could be overwhelming. I constantly checked the time on my phone. I didn't have any other plans today so it's not like it mattered.

I finished around three pm. I fell back onto the floor, breathing deeply. It hurt to move, I was feeling nauseous. I would never admit this out loud, but I wish Hawks was here, maybe he could distract me from all the pain I felt.

"Stop being stupid (Y/n), you're never going to see him again." My pounding head and the afternoon sun shining through my window made me flinch. I pulled a blanket from the bed to shield my face.