Hangover Cp. 18
I woke up next to Calum, my head was pounding, and the headache was killing me. I glared at Calum, but it wasn’t him that caught my eye. It was the watch next to him that showed the time 6 am. 11
My flight back to London was leaving in 5 hours, and I still hadn’t packed my suitcase.
The goodbye to Calum would be way to painful, and I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I slowly swung my feet over the edge of the bed, and landed on my toes.
Silently, I walked around the room collecting my clothes and putting it on.
I left a note to him saying “Forget me” on the table next to him.
Before closing the door to the bedroom I looked at Calum for one last time. I turned around, and saw Ashton standing in the living room.
His hair was a mess, his eyes were barely open and he was only wearing his undies.
“Lucky…” Ashton said silently with a rusty morning voice.
I didn’t say anything back I just hurried out of the room. I tried to slam the door behind me, but Ashton mannaged to hold it open. I almost ran to the elevator. I was about to press the button, but Ashton got hold of my wrist, his hands were huge. Desperately I tried to get out of his grab of me, but my struggle was useless.
“Let me go Ashton…” I ordered. His eyes caught mine, for a moment he just stood, and stared.
"Fine" He said, and loosened his grip upon my wrist. Half naked he turned around, and walked back to the hotelsuite. I hurried to the elevator.
In less than an hour I had packed. My mother scolded at me so badly. I didn't tell her about what happened between me, and Calum. I didn't tell anyone.
I knew that if I told anyone about me not being a virgin anymore, I would never be able to get married. Ever. Not as an indian.
My mind was filled with Calum when we flew home, and I couldn't help myself. I cried on the airplane, but I was good at covering it up. I told my mother, and sister that I wasn't feeling well. Because I really wasn't. My body was hurting, and so was my heart.