Falling for my roommate

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Charlotte pulled her blankets off of her body groggily, her head pounding. She squinted slightly and brought her hands to her temples, slowly massaging them with her index and middle fingers. She could feel a slight scratch in her throat, she needed to go and drink some water. She had spent the whole night tossing and turning, it was the first time in weeks, maybe even months, that she hadn't spent the night with Thomas and it had a bad effect on her.

Slowly she pulled herself out of bed, she couldn't hear Thomas banging around the apartment like usual. He was always cooking something or another in the morning. She swallowed harshly, the realisation dawning on her that he's after going out of his way to make sure he didn't have to see her in the morning. Perhaps he had picked up an extra shift at work, she thought to herself.

Her bare feet padded against her cold bedroom floor and she lazily dragged herself towards the kitchen, looking around for any traces of her boyfriend who she had no intention of speaking to that day. She needed time away from him and it was apparent he felt the same way towards her.

She pulled out the waffle maker and began to make her breakfast, her head swirling with thoughts. She seemed to have the weight of the world on her shoulders, first she had learned Conor had lied to her about using again and then Lucy and Preston's relationship was causing problems with hers.

The sound of the toilet flushing made her jump, she thought she was alone, she didn't like being in her apartment alone, the silence was too much for her, but he didn't exactly want to be in the presence of Thomas at the moment. Although, knowing that he was there brought a strange comfort over her, she knew she was safe at least.

He slowly opened his bedroom door, wiping at his eyes tiredly with the back of his hand. He looked her up and down with a frown as he made his way into the kitchen. He hadn't gotten enough sleep at all the night before, he couldn't stop thinking about Charlotte. He hated when they fought. He really hated it.

An awkward silence took over them, the tension so thick that it was almost suffocating. Both had many things they wanted to say although neither of them could figure out how to say it. They were in a disagreement, one that couldn't be solved until they found out the whole truth, which would be hard to do considering the people involved would never slip up, no matter who was telling the truth or who wasn't.

"I thought you had left," Charlotte said after finally building up the courage to look him in the eyes.

He shook his head, his face never losing its serious expression, "I was going to leave but I didn't want to have you here alone. I didn't know how you'd react."

Her heart fluttered rapidly in her chest, how had she managed to find someone like him? Even when they were in an argument he was somehow nicer to her than any of her other exes were.

"Oh... thanks," She mumbled, her brain failing to think of a better response.

He looked at her, fully taking in her appearance. He could tell that she had had just as bad a nights sleep as he had, the dark circles under her eyes giving it away. Even when she looked exhausted, he still found her beauty mesmerising. Nothing would please him more at that moment than scooping her in his arms and covering every inch of her body with his lips, but alas he couldn't, because they were both too stubborn to give in unless they were proven wrong.

Charlotte's phone chimed and she glanced at the table where she had left it the night before, seeing she had a text message from Lucy. She awkwardly bent over her phone, both of her hands occupied with taking her now cooked waffle out of the maker.

You up for a party tonight? Feel like we could use it.

Charlotte pursed her lips as she read the text, did she feel up to going for a party? She had so many things she had to do, she had work and classes that day and the day after, she could go to work with a hangover, although she could just make sure she didn't drink too much. There didn't seem to be much reasons why she wouldn't go to the party, so she texted Lucy back quickly, telling her she would be there late but she would go anyway.