I woke with a smile playing across my lips. Last night had been incredible. I rolled over, reaching out for Zayn, but like I'd figured, he had already left. I sat up in bed, feeling my muscles go rigid. I was sore. My entire body was sore from last night. I could feel the pulled muscles in my body. My neck still throbbed from the love bite Zayn had given me. I looked under the covers to see slight bruising on my thighs.
Last night was rough, it was desperate. It was far from perfect, but I had never felt better. I was sure I'd never see Zayn again. He was probably already with his band and I was his booty call he'd brag about to his friends all day. But I had no regrets. I had fun and in a way it helped me move on from Louis.
I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My hands moved down to my naked thighs, my fingers gingerly rubbing over the bruises on them. I knew Zayn had been rough last night, but not rough enough to bruise me.
I began to stand up, placing my hands on the bed, using it to hold my weight. My legs were weak, although my arms weren't strong enough to hold up my weight on a good day.
I slowly walked to the bathroom, washing my face, putting my hair in a ponytail, and putting on clothes. I opened my bedroom door to hear the sound of the TV in the living room. Walking around the corner, I wasn't surprised when I didn't see Zayn, but I saw Marissa.
"Hey," I said, still walking slowly towards her on the couch.
"Morning Cayc," Marissa said as she sat up on the couch.
"Where were you last night?" I asked her as I sat down beside her. She was watching some bridal show.
"I was at the bar yesterday with the neighbour . . . . y'know . . . that James guy . . . the guy who lives two floors beneath us . . ." I looked at her with one eyebrow raised. "And I was a little drunk, so I slept on his couch.."
"You got laid, didn't you?" I asked her.
I grinned at her.
"Shut up," she said as she hit my shoulder. "How'd your tattoo turn out?"
I lifted the bottom of my shirt, exposing the daisy. Her long fingers reached out towards me, "wow, it turned out beautiful. It looks great Caycia." She softly touched it, knowing it was still tender.
"Thanks, I really love how it turned out." I pulled my shirt back down.
"So, what'd you wind up doing after the tatty?"
"I just came home." I said simply.
She cocked her head to the side. "Well, if you're gonna lie, you'd better come up with a better story." She said as she stared at my neck, pointing to it with her finger. I'd forgotten about my love bite. My hand instinctively reached up, covering it with my hand. I felt my cheeks redden.
"Wh-" But before I could finish, Marissa cut me off.
"There's a note for you on the kitchen counter."
My heart skipped. "From who?" I asked, trying to pretend nothing had happened last night, but Marissa said nothing. Instead she pointed to the counter, never taking her eyes off the TV. I stood up, being careful again of my sore muscles. I slowly walked over to the kitchen, looking at the counter to find a white note. I picked it up, reading over the words messily scrawled on the paper.
I had a wonderful time last night. I put my number in your phone, and I have your number. I'll text you.
I smiled, knowing that I wasn't just some one night stand to brag about to his friends.
And for the first time since Louis, I found myself not able to wipe the smile from my face, feeling complete and utter happiness.