Okay I just puked again.

"Why again?" I wipe the tears, turning around and giving Killian a glare, who just entered.

"Just don't take any more drugs." He shrugs.

I give a weak nod, letting out a breath.

I literally just woke up, feeling sick, while Killian was sat on the edge of my bed playing a laptop.

"What's for breakfast?" I ask, after doing my business in the sink.

"...Uh, love, it's nearly midnight."

"What?" I groan, craning my neck to him, to see him on his phone.

He nods, not tearing his gaze off his phone. "Yup, you were knocked out for about seven hours then fell asleep again for five."

He then puts the phone into his pocket, making his way, so he's behind me as he stares straight at the high top mirror, beginning to fix his hair, he had also put back his lip ring.

"...Hey, can you make the mirror a little lower, I can't see it." I stare up at his reflection.

"Sure." He leans forward, his front pressing up against my back and I begin to squirm slightly.

He reaches all the way to the mirror, and pulls it off the hanger, placing it down behind the taps, so it's leaning against the wall.

I stare at it and cringe at my reflection. I look almost a greeny colour, my hair is so messy and the bags under my eyes are turning purple.

"Where's my brush?" I turn to Killian who is leaned against the closed door, his brows furrowed.

"Killian, where's my brush?" I begin to look through the drawers. "Did you put my stuff–"

"Yeah, your brush is in here." he walks past and leans down, lifting up a bag up and putting it against the sink, before going back to the door, on his phone again.

"Are you talking to Mike?" I ask, as I begin to look through the bag, then fish out my brush.

He hums in response, as I begin to brush through my knotty hair.

"Hey–"

"One sec." he cuts me off, and I look back at him. He's frowning deeply, his forehead creasing, his hand tapping at a fast pace.

"Alright." I turn back to the mirror, and continue to brush my hair.

But after a moment I break the silence again.

"....Hey, I'm sure I was wearing a hair-tie, where is it?" I look back at him.

He lifts his hand up, his teeth sinking down on what I realised to be my tie around his wrist, as he swiftly pulls it off his wrist, still texting at a furious pace with his other hand.

Wow

I walk towards him, reaching up and taking the tie from his mouth, letting out a small laugh. "You look cute."

His brows lift up from the furrowed posture, as his eyes land down at me, blank as always.

"We should play something." I smile at him. "Your hair looks nice, I could-"

"Uh-uh, go to sleep." he cuts me off, looking back at his phone, frowning once again.

I frown. "I can't, I...." I trail off when he opens the door and walks out, sinking his bottom onto my bed, glued to his phone. "..I'm too hot."

He ignores me again and I frown, blowing out a breath.

"..Can I go out?" I walk out the door, and stand against the wall, staring at him. I always went out by myself at night whenever I couldn't sleep.

Oh by the this is how my room looks.

The walls are white, the floor has no carpet on it (unfortunately) and is covered in smooth wood. The right side of my room is clear and glassy, with a clear door leading to a balcony, and the view is amazing show-casting all the lights from a dark view, my bed is pressed against the front wall in the middle section and where I am.

"Absolutely not." Killian responds.

"Why not? I used to go out at midnight all the time and--"

"No." He switches the phone off, glaring at me. "Sleep."

He then lays back-down, his eyes fluttering shut, as his arms cross over while his feet still touched the floor.

I scowl. "...No, and if I'm not sleeping neither are you, or else I'll shave your head." I growl, crossing my arms and glaring at him.

He opens one eye, glancing at me while raising a brow.

"I see you're back to yourself." he scoffs.

"Yup, and..." I trail off when I feel a headache forming, and I frown as it begins to slowly increase.

Blowing out a breath, I press a finger to my temple.

Killian sits up, cocking a brow.

"I...It hurts, why?" My frown deepens. "Didn't I vomit the drugs out?"

"You should have." He frowns, standing and walking over to me.

I tear my gaze off him, directing it towards the ground, as my mind begins to twirl away with unknown memories.

Oh right.

"Love?" I feel a hand on my cheek, I look up meeting his blue eyes.

"You alright?" His deep voice rumbles, as he slowly caresses my cheek, causing a blush to creep up.

I give him a small nod.

Not only did the drug make me do some embarrassing stuff, but also made me confess everything to him.

Nothing but a favour.

"Is it still hurting?" He raises a brow.

"A little." I grit my teeth. "I got my memory back, and--"

His brows fly upwards as he registers my mood. "And you're mad because?"

"Because you always keep secrets from me when I should know! What was the favour? You know when you said I'm nothing--"

"I didn't mean that." he rolls his eyes.

"What was the favour, Killian!" I snap.

His eyes narrow. "Can you relax, no need to fucking yell--"

"Well I'm asking you a question! what favour was it?" I flair my nostrils.

"You know what?" He grabs me by the arms, and starts to drag.

I growl. "Hey, what the--"

He shoves me down on the bed, before grabbing the duvet, I lift myself by my elbow, and when I look up, everything's black as he throws the duvet on top of me.

"HEY!" I try to shove the duvet away, but fail, as he pins all corners. What the hell is he doing?

I begin to wiggle myself downwards, hoping to escape that way but, something plonks onto it, causing it to my block my way.

"KILLIAN, LET ME GO!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

"I will once you've calmed down a bit."

"UGHHHH!" I begin kicking upwards. "I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL-AAAAAGH!"

I scream louder, when a heavy weight gets dropped on top of me (presuming it's Killian.) A deep chuckle vibrating through.

"KILLIAN, YOU FAT PIG!" I scream, pushing at him, trying to pull away, but scream. "AAHHH MY HAIR, YOU'RE PULLING MY HAIR!!" I scream louder.

Suddenly the weight lifts off of me and I hear another deep loud chuckle above, and I let out a loud roar.

"EAT KIAN'S POO, YOU HAVE BIG MOOBS, YOU SMELL LIKE RAW MEAT, EAT RATS TAILS FOR SPAGHETTI, YOUR FACE LOOKS LIKE--" suddenly his weight flops back on me and I let out another scream.

"KILLLIANN!!" I scream louder.

Suddenly, I hear the door fling open, and the weight immediately gets removed.

I huff loudly, before pushing the duvet off me, my hair flying all over my face.

"Never ever ever ever jump on me like that ever ever again you--" I cut myself off when my eyes land on my mother, who's standing behind the threshold, looking like she just woke up.

She's wearing a pink nightgown, her legs bare, and her hair up in a messy bun. She gave me a dirty look, before looking back at Killian with a small smile.

I look up to him too, and see him glance down at me once, his lips playing a smirk, before looking back at mum. His hair was equally as messy as mine, as he slowly began to run his hand through it.

Ew. I know exactly what this looks like.

"Killian, mind controlling her?.. Gerald has an important meeting tomorrow and she just woke him up, and whatever you were doing.." her eyes flash with disgust.

"Just know Heidi's better."

A loud gasp escapes my mouth, and I glare at her. "That's disgusting, have you like fucked her yourself or something to know that she--"

"Layla." Killian's voice comes out as a laugh, but he quickly purses his lips.

I glare at him, before looking back at mum, who rolls her eyes. "Is she still on drugs?" She asks Killian.

I fist my hands up, gritting my teeth. "Are you still fucking--"

"Yes" Killian's smirk drops, as he glares down at me. "Hyperactive stage, which thankfully is the last one."

I open my mouth, but she cuts me off, by her laugh.

"No, I think that's just her, you know the stuff I told you about right? Heidi's always been the mature one," she then points at me.

"You see how she always back-chats? No obedience whatsoever, not grateful even though you provide her with--"

"Fuck you." I spit, balling my fists up.

"See?" She smiles at me. "I guess I could say it's my fault she is like that. I never did manage to take her to the sociopath clinic, or check her mentality."

"Luise." Killian walks towards her.

"There is nothing wrong with me, I've always been--" I begin, but Killian turns his head and gives me a hard look, before ushering mum out the door him following, as he then shuts the door.

I sit in the same position, scowling, with anger rushing through me.

I could hear angry whispers when suddenly I hear Heidi's high pitched voice. "You fucked her?"

I let out a growl, before storming towards the door, swinging it open.

"KILLIAN TELL HER WE WERE JUST PLAYING!" I scream, the anger getting the best of me.

Killian's lips twist up into a smirk, before he shrugs.

"We were just playing." He tells her, and I could tell he was holding back a laugh as Heidi lets out a gasp.

"That-That's disgusting!" She shrieks.

How bitch. HOW?

Killian shrugs, before throwing an arm around me, her eyes following every move. She looked like she also had woken up, with a silk gown on and her hair is in a braid, a few hairs sticking out.

"It's-it's not--" I begin, but she cuts me off.

"Killian, I thought.." Heidi starts and Killian rolls his eyes.

"Talk later." He then tells her.

She nods slowly, plastering a smile, before walking away.

"Love.."

I snap my head up to him, and see his lips twitching as he fights off a laugh.

Pig.

"Stop, you always make stuff sound bad." I throw his arm off me, stalking back to my bed and getting on to it.

"I'm surprised that you know the meaning of fuck." He chuckles, behind me and I let out a growl.

I jump off the bed, and walk towards him, then I lose it and jump on top of him causing him to let out a grunt, as his back hits the door. I grasp onto his hair and pull on it back and forth.

"JUST BECAUSE I DON'T SHOVE MY FACE IN GOOGLE, SEARCHING UP DIRTY WORDS DOESN'T MEAN I DONT KNOW THE BASICS BECAUSE I GO--"

"Layla, what the fuck? Get off!" He shouts, before flinging me backwards and I land on the bed with a bounce.

I glare up at him, while he stares back at me, as he runs his hand through his hair, aggressively. "Crazy chic." he mutters, before his eyes land on the open laptop.

He flops on the bed and scoots closer to it, flipping it over to him as his eyes scan the screen.

"What does slut mean." he reads aloud with a laugh. "You actually searched it?"

"Yeah and it's disgusting. Like you! Now stop staring at it and give it here!" My cheeks redden, as I crawl towards him.

"I like what I see."

I look up at him, to see him staring at my chest, with a smirk, and my eyes widen and I quickly sit up.

"You're disgusting." I growl, my cheeks reddening further. "You don't see me staring at your dindle, you fucking bitch."

He snorts. "You can stare all you like at my...dindle." then gives me a wink.

"EFF YOU!" I shout.

He hums, closing the laptop and turning to me. "I like where this is going."

That's it. I let out a low growl as I shuffle closer to him, grinding my teeth together. He cocks a brow, that ugly smirk still on his face.

When I stop in front of him, I grab his hand his eyes widen, as I quickly bite down on to his finger.

"FUCK!" He yells, clutching his hand.

I scramble off the bed and start laughing. I laugh until my ribs begin to ache and tears stream down my face.

He glares at me, before shuffling to the end.

"I am feeling it tonight!" I say through laughter, which causes his lips to twitch up.

"That's not the only thing you gonna feel, baby." he suddenly grabs me by the waist and pulls me, causing me to crash down on top of him, my face hitting his chest. He lets out a chuckle, before turning us to our side, I let out another growl, trying to get out of his grip.

"I'm sorry, " he laughs, before bringing me closer. "Let's talk about before."

I stop moving and let out a grunt.

"Does Heidi like you?" I glare at him.

He scoffs. "That and obsessed." He digs his hands into my hair, twirling the strands, that smirk still evident.

"W-Well, I don't know what she sees in you." I sneer and he laughs again.

"No?" His eyes begin to twinkle, as he leans his face closer to mine.

"No." I keep my voice steady, as I try to shuffle back, but he only tightens his hold, his smirk widening, as he continue to lean his head closer.

"Uh-stop it!" I try to move my hands, squeezing my eyes shut.

"This is assault. Illegal, you can't-OUCH!" My eyes flash open when I feel a pinch on my hip.

"Oops." he chuckles, before quickly burying his head in my neck, his hot breath fanning it, causing a blush to creep up my cheeks as tingles erupt.

"Killian, sto--" I practically choke on air, when he bites down on my neck, my eyes widening.

"What the frick, are you a vampire!" I shriek, trying to pull away, fear creeping up.

This is reminding of the times Donald used to pretend to be a zombie, vampire and all sorts of things, which scared the shit outta me. He would go on for hours and hours and sometimes Cara and Kaleb would join him, no matter how loud I screamed they wouldn't leave me until I cried.

Last one I remember it was like... last month.

"Maybe." His voice deepens, to a vampirey tone, and my eyes bulge, when he lifts his head up a luttle, a look of malice crosses his features, his lips twisting into a lopsided smirk, his eyes darkening.

My brows slant, and my breathing quickens."GETT OFF MEE! GETT OFFF!" I scream, trying to pull away.

"HEEELLLPPP MEEE--"

Killian suddenly removes himself off me, bursting with laughter, while I quickly jump off the bed, going to the door, before turning to him, breathing loud.

His head was thrown back as he laughs his guts out, and I scowl.

"I HATE YOU!" I scream. "I'm going to go get a knife so I can plunge it into your heart you smelly vampire."

"Take a joke love, vampires don't exist." He says, hoarsely, wiping invisible tears, smirking.

I cross my arms. "They exist, I've seen a dozen bats once when I went on a trip with Donald, one even flew on his face, it bit him right on his nose and luckily he didn't turn into one but- STAY AWAY FROM ME!" I swing the door open when he begins to slowly jump off the bed.

"I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU! STAY AWAY!!!" My voice cracks with fear.

"Alright, you caught me, baby, vampires do exist. I'll be your Edward you be my Bella, what do you say?" He winks at me, licking his lips.

My lips part into a frown, and I quickly walk backwards and out of the door letting out a whimper.

"What are you saying!" I scream.

He lets out a laugh, before quickly rushing over to me and I open my mouth and scream the loudest I ever have before he quickly clamps my mouth shut.

"I'm just joking, love." he chuckles before pulling my arm.

"Y-You're not, who is Bella!" I try to tug away and he rolls his eyes.

"Alright, jokes over. Vampires don't exist. Never have never will." He then suddenly lifts me up.

"Drop me now!

He chuckles, dumping me on the bed, and I scoot back to the headrest.

When I see him follow, I gulp. "Okay, but you won't bite me again, okay?" My voice shakes.

"Alright, love." He smirked before shuffling closer to me.

"I don't like it when you look at me like that.." I shuffle away.

"Why not." He grabs a hold of my arm, and I let out a scream, before he quickly clamps it shut.

"A screamer, eh? I like that." He winks, before pulling me closer to him.

I shake my head vigorously, and then he lets me go, and I move away.

"Stop saying that, Killian. You're a nice person." My voice shakes, as I move further away. "Please no more joking, I don't care." I whimper.

"Alright, love, I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you." He purses his lips.

I nod. Before I stop moving, gulping. He stares at me, no longer smirking his eyes back to blank.

"Alright, seriously, lets talk about what happened before." He waves his hand for me to come closer.

When the fear drops, I nod my head and shuffle closer to him, and he wraps his arms around me.

"Alright, so what favour..." I trail off when he pushes my hair from my neck, his lips twitching as he stares into my eyes.

"Continue" he scratches the corner of his lip almost as if he's hiding his fangs.

"U-Um, w-what favour was..." Suddenly his head dips down and into my neck and fear creeps over me again.

"I like my women innocent." His breath fans my ear, and then I scream while he bursts out laughing.

"STOP, NO MORE JOKING I CAN'T T-TAKE IT PLEASE GET OFF-AAAGH!" I scream when he whispers something in a dark tone, and I try to tug away.

I growl shakily. "I C-CURSE THEE BE BALD AT THE AGE OF THIRTY THREEEE-AAAAAAGH, PLEASE STOP IM SORRY!!"

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