One and Only
Disclaimer: I do not own the work that originally inspired this piece of writing.
Characters etc belong to L.J. Smith and the Production of the TV Show "Vampire Diaries"
I only own my OC.
A/N: I want to thank all of you who read the story, revieved last chapter
and favourited or followed the story:)
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I know, once again it took me very long to update.
It's just right now I've got a lot of work at the uni (before making my Bachelor degree) and at my work.
I hardly find the time to read, and it's even harder to write!:/
BUT your reviews keep me thinking about this story and planning what is going to happen int he next chapters;)
So, I already know what is it;)
And I hope I'll be able to write next chapter sooner this time;)
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This chapter's song is "Morningside" by Sara Bareilles:)
Because my BETA is now a little to busy to help me,
so once again, I'm looking for a BETA for this story!
Here's the Fifteenth Chapter of O&O!
Morning after?!;)
Please, R&R!:)
Chapter 15
Morningside
Cassie
1,5 year ago...
I open one eye and I instantly know it's been a bad idea. So I close it. Saying I'm hangover would be an absolute understatement. Headache? Yeah, it's there. Nausea? Right... Now the worst part is the sensitivity to light - which caused me closing my eyes.
I can't think as fast as usual, so it takes me a while to realize that in my room I would never left the window curtain-less for a night. That's why I fall over and, very slowly, open my eyes once again.
Ok, I think I have a problem. I wipe my eyes and it's still there, unbelievably. No, actually, it's not there - my room! I may be in the state when I'm not thinking straight and any mental or physical exertion seems just impossible, but I would definitely recognize my room if I were in it!
As slow as I can, I raise myself up on my elbows to look around. I have to shield my eyes from the sun, but still, I'm able to see I don't recognize my surroundings at all! In spite of a very heavy hangover, I'm beginning to panic. What the hell am I doing here?!
It's just the beginning. When I look down, I realize that under the duvet I'm only in my UNDERWEAR! And here I thought I couldn't freak out more.
I cover my eyes with my hands and try to convince myself it's just a dream, or rather some freaking nightmare! It has to be! When I open my eyes I'm going to be in my bedroom, in my yellow PJs in daisies, hangover, but IN MY ROOM! I open my eyes. Nothing's changed. Crap!
What happened last night? The last thing I really remember is... OMG! Apologizing Nik Michaelson and asking him to dance... No, actually I remember that dance. It was... Well, making a long story short - it was HOT! I don't remember dancing like that ever before. Just great! I really don't remember what happened after that dance! It couldn't be good...
I guess I've been right. When I look beside me, I see I'm alone in this huge, king-size, four-poster bed with Egyptian cotton sheets, but definitely there has been someone on the other side.
Well, there is also a note on the pillow. I take it and realize my hands are actually shaking.
„Love,
Waiting for you in the kitchen.
Please, come here when you wake up.
Nik."
Here, it's official. I'm in a big trouble now. And do I actually consider coming to see this guy? I know I'm new to this whole one night stand thing, but should I really see him now? I'm not sure I'll be able to look him in the eyes.
I shilly-shally, wondering what could he actually want from me now. But then, I realize I'm terribly thirsty and my throat is sore. I should really drink water or something and if I'm going to do this, I guess I'll just have to go and see this guy...
I stand up and look around for my dress and shoes, but they're nowhere in sight. The only think that I could actually use as some kind of cover-up is... a white man's shirt that's just hanging on the chair next to the bed. Half a loaf is better than none, I think. I put the shirt on, seeing it's reaching my mid-thighs. It's actually that long that it could serve me as some kind of dress if I had a belt or something. Sometimes it's good to be short, I guess.
With my bare feet I leave the bedroom behind me and find myself in a huge staircase. My headache doesn't help me, but finally I'm able to find the way to the kitchen. I see no one in there. Well, that's even better. Maybe I would be able to find some water to drink, or even a phone or my bag to call Lizzie or Gigi. I hope they would be able to help me get back home.
I consider my options, when suddenly I hear his voice behind me.
"Perfect! You are awake, love. I was beginning to worry..."
I literally jump and turn around to see him in front of me. Gosh, even with that terrible headache I've got I can see this man even hotter in the morning than he was the previous night. He's waring jeans and charcoal grey Henley shirt. However, his eyes that are piercing mine seem as blue as the summer sky. And he's smiling at me. With dimples!
Oh, I guess the headache just intensifies my reaction to this man, 'cause I really shouldn't notice all those things. I should just cut and run. Especially that I really wouldn't like to think about how I should look right now, smudgy and with my hair messy from sleeping.
Then, he hands me a glass of water and an aspirin.
"I was thinking you would need this..."
Oh, being hangover means being also very sensitive to the noise, but his voice, surprisingly, isn't hurting my ears that much. Oh, no, I guess it actually sounds like if it were caressing them. Focus, Gilbert! No thinking about his voice or his sexy accent! Ask him about last night! My subconscious yells at me, thankfully, without a sound.
Still, I find myself unable to speak. What could I say? My throat becomes more sore than ever.
"Thank you..." I start, my voice croaking. I take the glass and the aspirin from him. Oh, it's already better.
He's still smiling at me, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. I can see he's observing me very carefully, when I'm washing the aspirin with water. After the last gulp I put the glass away and also cross my arms, to create another barrier between us. I look at him carefully, thinking if it's the right time for me to ask my question.
Before I decide, he grins like the Cheshire cat.
"Just ask the question, Cassie. I don't bite." I really can hear the mockery in his voice. That what makes me finally ask:
"Sorry, I just really have to know. What happened last night?" I brush my hair with my hand, sending him a questioning look.
And what this guy does? He SMIRKS. He does that looking me straight in the eyes, and then he says, his tone deadly serious. "The earth moved. The angels wept. I guess we were going to put the video on your Facebook page this morning..."
It's almost impossible for me to find the words. "So... last night... we..." I stutter.
Seeing the panic and horror on my face makes him finally burst into laughter. "Oh, you should really see your face right now!" When I realize he's been joking, I instantly send him a death glare. "Nothing happened," he says, however, he has a self-satisfied smirk on his face. He notices I don't believe him. "Nothing happened, really," he repeats, and I raise my brows at him.
"If nothing happened, then why I woke up this morning in my underwear and not in my bedroom?!" I still glare at him, with my arms akimbo.
He looks quite amused right now, that infuriating smirk never leaving his face. "Well, we did dance together, and you did offered me to take you home with me, which I gladly accepted. Then, on our way here, you just fell asleep on the passenger seat and I didn't have the heart to wake you." He notices my skeptical expression, but doesn't care about it. "So, I took you home, put you in my bed and yes, undressed you, but only because I thought it would be uncomfortable for you to sleep in your dress and heels."
I'm still not convinced, at all! The aspirin finally started to work and with every passing second I'm able to think more straight.
"And how I'm supposed to believe you're not lying and you're not some psycho that would take advantage of my temporary insanity?" I'm getting more and more angrier.
He instantly stands straight and once again I feel he's towering me. In his eyes I can see something dark and dangerous and I realize I saw it before - that moment when I surprised him by coming to apologize last night. I guess I should be scared or something, but I just... don't. I have no idea why.
"I think that because of the state you were in last night you just have to trust me on that matter, darling." His tone is firm and categorical.
I raise my chin and screw up mu eyes at him. "Well then, I guess you won't mind if I ask for my things back and say goodbye to you, then." I say and I mean it. I want to escape this house, escape from him, because if what he said it's true that would mean that I could actually... respect him in some way. And maybe I would like to go on a date with him, and...
No way! I'm back to my senses and I don't want to have to do with this guy anymore!
I guess he can sense my inner turmoil, 'cause his smirk is back and he says: "Come on, love. Why leave so soon? Get to know me!" He sees another death glare I send him and adds: "I dare you."
Oh, that's a low blow. I really don't do well with dares. I cross my arms and consider my options.
Well, there is still a chance that he's a decent man. Why waste an opportunity to check this out?
"Fine." I say through my clenched teeth. His smirk changes into a grin from ear to ear. Suddenly, I find myself responding to that.
A/N: Well, at least for now, Nik seems like a decent guy, right?;)
and YES, I used my favourite line from the romcom "Working Girl";)
Great Harrison Ford role!:)
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