CHAPTER 19:

"Hey?" A soft voice called out.

"Mmm?" Fiona mumbled, opening her eyes. Patrick was standing over her.

"Look, last night was great but…I've got to go to work and well, look…I'm going to go shower and when I come back downstairs, I don't want to see you. Ok, uh…."

"Fiona. My name's Fiona."

"Fiona, right. I should have told you but…I'm more into one-night stands then anything." Patrick shrugged.

"Oh…right then…" Fiona felt herself blushing. She had been used.

"Ok, I'm going upstairs now." Patrick replied, leaving Fiona alone. She sighed, got dressed, and left. She had no idea how to get back home. She started walking down the street when she pulled out her phone and called Jen.

"H-hello?" Jen yawned.

"Look…he used me."

"What?"

"All he wanted was a one-night-stand. And he didn't bother to tell me until this morning." Fiona whimpered.

"Where are you?" Jen moaned, getting out of bed.

"Walking back to the bar…he lived like five minutes away…"

"Look, can you ask Cooper to get you? I'm…I feel like crap. Oh got to go."

Fiona closed her phone. She really, really didn't want to call Cooper. If it was awkward when she kissed him, it would be even more awkward telling him what had happened last night. But he knew London better than she did. She dialled his number and waited anxiously for him to answer.

"Cooper here."

"Hi…it's Fiona."

"I know, it's a handy thing called Caller ID and plus the accent…"

"Yeah, look can…I need a favour."

"What?"

"I need a ride home and Jen's not feeling well and yeah…long story."

"All right. Where you at?"

"I'm on Mayfield Avenue off of High Rd. by Middlesex University."

"Okay, I'll be there as fast as I can."

"Thanks." Fiona hung up. She was surprised he was so willing to come and get her, without asking why she was so far from Jen's apartment.

Literally, a few moments later, Fiona saw Cooper's familiar face behind the wheel of a Pagani Zonda F. However, he drove straight past her. Fiona waved and chased behind him until finally he stopped. Fiona pulled open the door. "How did you not see me?" Fiona complained. Cooper shrugged.

"Do you want to know the honest answer?"

"Yes!"

"I didn't recognise you with that outfit on…from far away you kind of looked like a hungover hooker."

"Well you can thank Jen for the hooker look. The hungover part was my own fault." Fiona sighed.

"Let me guess." Cooper said, as he drove down the street. "Night out gone wrong when you met some guy who you thought was nice and kind. Then you went home, had sex and you realised all he wanted was that one night stand?" Fiona stared at him, wide eyed in shock. He pulled up to the stop sign at the end of the street and he looked to his left at Fiona. "Am I wrong? Was it worse than that?"

"No…you've hit the nail right on the head." Fiona sighed, burying her face in her arms, taking off her heels, and curling up into a ball in her seat. She felt humiliated and Cooper making such an accurate guess made her feel even worse. Cooper waited for another moment at the stop sign before he didn't get a reply from her and he drove off.

Fiona had meanwhile fallen asleep in her seat and when she awoke they were stopped. "Come on sunshine, let's go." Cooper said, getting out of the car. Fiona looked out the window and soon realised that she was not at Jen's apartment's garage.

"Cooper, why are we at your house? If this is some kind of sick joke, taking advantage of a humiliated and hungover girl than…" Cooper had meanwhile opened her door and held out his hand to her. Fiona looked at him.

"No, I'm not taking advantage of you. Just go with me here, all right?" Fiona narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him. She was not sure what he was up to, but after her nightmare last night she decided she had nothing to lose. She took his hand and he helped her out of his car, letting her balance herself on his shoulder while she put her shoes back on. They walked into his apartment, and Cooper disappeared momentarily, leaving Fiona in his front hallway. He returned, carrying a towel and a face cloth. "The bathroom's to the right, the shower handle pulls out towards you to make it come out the showerhead. Here." Cooper handed her the towels. Fiona looked at him oddly.

"No funny business Cooper…I'm not in the mood for a guy to try and…"

"Weren't you the one to, you know, kiss me?"

"Shut up. I'm using your shower." Fiona took the towels, giving him a glare. She really did feel like crap and she only imagined he was trying to make her feel better. Perhaps the way he approached it was odd, but Fiona knew he was socially awkward. She guessed this was his way of helping a friend out.

When Fiona walked out into the living room, still wrapped up in a towel, Cooper was no where to be found. She was hoping he might have something more comfortable than Jen's outfit. She meandered through his apartment and eventually walked into his room. It was spic and span. The bed was made; there were no clothes or anything on the floor and it smelled like Febreeze. She thought to herself, What man's room is this clean? She walked over to the closet and pulled it open. Everything was organised based on what it was. Tee shirts, jeans, sweaters, and shoes were all in order. She reached in, grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans that seemed like they would be too short for Cooper. She changed into his clothes, feeling slightly awkward about it. But she was too hungover and tired to really give a damn about it. Fiona strolled back out into the main room and still, no Cooper. She laid out on the couch, flipped the TV on and soon enough, she dosed off.