"Well we should get you back to bed." Dan finally says, breaking my bubble. "At ours of course." He adds. Phil picks up my duvet and Dan grabs my pillow, come on." Dan says and to my delight he holds my hand and i follow them back to their flat. "Amy, you can have my bed." Dan says, walking to his room. He drags his duvet off and Phil replaces it with my white cover. "I'll have the sofa." Dan says. "Oh no, i'll be fine with the sofa." I argue. "No way, you're a guest and you deserve a good night sleep after what just happened, i'll go down and wait for the police and you just try to relax." Phil says. I smile at him and realise just how nice he is. I give up and let sleep take over as i get in to bed after the boys shut the door behind them. As soon as i close my eyes i fall in to a deep sleep.
I roll over and i am confused at the sight of another room, that clearly isn't mine. It takes a little while till i remember last nights events. I sit up and look round the room i have seen so many times before, never in person. I stand up and look at the clock. "12!" I say, horrified that i slept in so late in someone else's bed. I don't want to go out and see the boys in my pajamas but i have no other alternative. I try to make my hair look slightly less horrible before going in to the living room. "Oh hi, sleep well?" Dan greets me, looking up from his laptop. "Yes thank you. Sorry i slept in so late, i guess i was just really tired out." "Oh it's fine, no worries." "I'd better go back then." I say feeling very embarrassed to be in front of Dan in my old miffy pajamas. "Ok, want some help with your duvet?" "No, i'll be fine thanks. Say thank you to Phil for me." I say picking up my duvet and going back. I wasn't too sure if i wanted to go back, no doubt in my mind that the mess would be much worse in daylight. I go in and see my DVDs stacked up in small piles, my sofa rearranged neatly. I go to my room and find everything put back away, no sign of any burglary. I know straight away that the boys must have done this for me, i am so touched and thankful that i start crying. As i put my phone on my bedside table i notice a note.
Amy,
We reported to the police that your purse was stolen, they will contact you as soon as they find it. We tried to tidy up the best that we could, but we weren't sure where everything went. Don't let that idiot get you get down. If you need anything just pop round or text.
Love,
Dan and Philxxx
I pick up the note and hold it close to my chest, then i take a long shower and eventually get dressed. I decide not to tell my mum or dad about the burglar as it will only worry them and they'll make me come home. I tidy up the rest of the stuff in the living room and sort out my DVD collection, chucking a load away. By the time i have finished and had tea it's dark outside and suddenly i feel very alone and vulnerable. I try to get in to bed, hopping that this will calm me down and relax me but it just reminds of the night before when i could see his shadow outside of my door. Outside i hear a slamming noise and it's enough to tip me over the edge. Without another thought i am knocking on the door of the only two people i want to see.