At War with the Bad Boy: The Roommate

The Perfect Man

"f**k," I cursed as I woke up with the most horrendous headache and I don't even remember how I got to bed. The last thing I remember is dancing like a tool in a nightclub. Literally sliding out of bed onto the floor, I crawled over to the en-suite and threw up in the toilet. This was the worst hangover ever! When I tried to stand up from cradling the toilet seat, my head was spinning so much that I had to get back down on the floor. Sprawled out on my back, I lay there trying to remember anything that happened after the club, but no matter how hard I tried, nothing was coming back to me. A loud knock on my bedroom door made my eyes spring open and I realised I had fallen back to sleep. I groaned as I struggled to get up from the floor, my limbs were aching and my head was still pounding. Another loud knock made me shout, "Who is it?"

"It's Imogen! Just wanted to see if you fancied coming out with us for breakfast?" She sounded way too alive for my liking.

"No thank you," I croaked as I made my way back over to my bed, letting myself fall onto it.

"OK. See you later!" She called back.

I couldn't move. I just lay there sprawled out on my stomach, grumbling that I felt like s**t, truly feeling very sorry for myself. It just reminded me to say no next time they wanted a heavy night out. Startled to hear another knock on the door, this time not as hard or as loud, I groaned before I yelled, "Who is it?"

"Are you OK? It's Asher."

"Yeah! Fresh as a daisy!" I said sarcastically, hoping he'd get the hint to go away. Being alone felt like heaven right now.

"Was that sarcasm I hear?" He chuckled, "Want me to get you anything? Pain killers? Coffee?"

A coffee sounded really good right now. As long as I can keep it down, that is. "All of the above please! Latte, no sugar!"

"Alright! We'll be about an hour!"

Great! I could get another hour's sleep and hopefully I'll feel a bit better after that.

A banging and a yell from the door woke me up, "Georgia! I brought your coffee!"

Opening my eyes, having fallen asleep in the same position I crashed, it was at that moment I'd wished I'd left the door unlocked so I didn't have to move to open it. "One second!"

Still a little dizzy, I staggered to the door, unlocked it and pulled it open, staring into the beautiful face of Asher. Suddenly I wished I had at least sorted out my hair. It was like a bird's nest right now and I can bet any money that I didn't remove my make-up last night, so panda eyes were most definitely present.

"You look like s**t," he laughed.

"Thanks," I groaned, holding my hand to my painful head. "Come in, or whatever," I told him as I walked back towards my bed and returned to my crashed out position. He eyed me from the doorway with a smirk on his face and shook his head before entering my room. Placing my coffee and pain killers on the bedside table, he sat down on the bed next to me.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled against the duvet cover, my head face down in it.

"Checking you're OK," he simply stated.

Pushing myself from the bed quickly, I ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet, but after that I felt a little better. Even though I knew the coffee would probably taste disgusting, I decided to clean my teeth knowing Asher wouldn't want to smell that s**t, then I gave my hair a brush before shoving it up into a messy bun. Looking in the mirror was the first time I'd noticed what I was wearing. My pyjamas. At least I'd managed to do that. After splashing water on my face, then drying it with a towel, I went back into my room. Asher had made himself comfortable, lying down on my bed with his hands placed behind his head. I have to admit, he was looking very pounceable right now.

"Feeling better?" He smirked, having heard everything.

Looking down at my feet, feeling embarrassed, I mumbled, "Yeah. Thanks," as I made my way towards the bedside table. Picking up my coffee, I sat down next to him after I eyed him to move over, and rested my back against the headboard. "Thanks for this too," showing my appreciation while lifting my coffee up.

"It's no problem. So, a hangover. What's that like?" He smirked, winding me up.

Immediately, I took my pillow and threw it at his face. We both laughed and I was half expecting him to throw it back at me, but instead he held it on his chest.

"What have you got planned today?" I asked him, feeling curious.

This was one of the only times he didn't look at me when he spoke. "I wondered if you fancied grabbing some food with me tonight?"

Ah! He was nervous. "Like a date?" I unconsciously blurted out. Well, I suppose I needed to know, because I'd need to know what to wear. Maybe I'll go shopping this afternoon to buy something.

"No. Well. Yes. I don't know. If you want it to be?" He stuttered.

Now I wasn't sure if he was originally asking me on a date or if I just kinda asked him on a date. "Do you want it to be?"

Watching him twiddle his fingers, I realised how anxious he was talking about this. Has he been rejected before? I doubt it because look at the guy. He's gorgeous.

"Yeah, I do," he finally answered and I realised I had been holding my breath waiting for the answer.

"OK then. Let's do it," I smiled in his direction.

Looking up at me, both shocked and overjoyed, he made sure he heard me correctly. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Why not. I mean, look at you. Why would I say no?"

He turned to lean over me, looked from eye to eye and said, "You are so beautiful. Even with make-up down your face and wild bed hair."

The sparkle in his eye gave me butterflies in my stomach and I thought about leaning in to kiss him, but decided against it since I was sick not long ago, but as he saw me change my mind and back off a bit, he gently took hold of the back of my neck, softly placing his lips on mine. The kiss was slow and passionate and, although I wanted to turn the heat up, I didn't want to push it right now. Feeling the coldness cover my body when his lips left mine, the memories of last night came flooding back and my eyes widened in shock. I couldn't help but blurt out, "Oh my god! We had s*x last night?"

Asher backed off and said, "You didn't remember before?"

Shit! I felt like I'd just hurt him, but I tried to reassure him, "No. I didn't, but I don't regret it. I remember now. It was hot."

He smiled back at my smirk and I went in to kiss him again. A bit more forceful this time, but he pulled away before it went any further, although I could tell he wanted more because his breathing was heavy and I'm sure I saw him adjust himself.

"As much as I want to stay, I'm going to leave you be so you can rest up for tonight."

Biting my lower lip, a little sexually frustrated now, especially after the memories of last night were replaying in my head. Now I wanted it again. "Where are you taking me?"

"I can't tell you that or I might have to kill you," he teased.

"Oh come on. I need to know what to wear," I laughed.

Walking round to my side of the bed, he placed a kiss on top of my head and said, "You'll look beautiful in whatever you choose to wear."

Oh my, I think I'm falling in love with this guy already. How is he so perfect? Out of all the people I could have moved in with, it just so happened to be the most adorable, perfect man I have ever met. Now, I just hope that dating someone you live with is a good idea because, if things go south, it will make it one awkward house to live in. Not moving from the bed, I watched him walk out of my room, checking him out as he walked away. When he closed my door, I ran over to lock it, then leaned back against it feeling on cloud 9.

Once I finished my coffee, I decided to have another nap to make sure I was more myself for my date tonight. I was so excited though that when I woke up, I didn't even have a shower. I threw on some leggings, a t-shirt and my daps and snuck out of the flat to go shopping. The reason I snuck out was because I wasn't in the mood to speak with Imogen and I didn't want Asher to see me until I was all dressed up for our date tonight. Blake, on the other hand, I didn't really give a s**t whether I saw him or not. I would probably only get a nod if anything at all. Remembering spotting a shop at the end of the street, I headed there first, but even though I found a few nice things I could wear, the prices were extortionate and I refused to pay that much for a bit of fabric, so I looked for the next shop. Remembering that opposite the Cow and Creek yesterday there was a shopping mall, I headed in that direction and when I entered I was blown away by how big it was. First, I spotted a H&M store, so I thought I'd take a quick look in there, but I knew I had to keep an eye on the time because it was just gone 1.30 and I had no idea what time Asher was planning on taking me out. Even though it had just passed lunch time, I wasn't feeling hungry. My hangover made sure of that. My stomach was still feeling a little dodgy. Looking around the women's section, I came across some creamy high-waisted, wide-legged trousers with a subtle floral pattern that wasn't too bold or over the top and I could wear in the summer, then matched it with a cropped, fitted, racer-back vest top. Finally, I found a light blue denim jacket that was also cropped, but shorter than the vest top. It had hard-worn details, long sleeves with button cuffs and a frayed raw-edge hem. The jacket cost me £25 which I wouldn't normally pay that much for, but I fell in love with it the moment I saw it and just couldn't put it back. It was something I would wear again, so it wouldn't go to waste. The rest of the outfit cost me £16, which was a bargain in my eyes, and I don't think £41 for a whole outfit is bad at all, especially when a pair of trousers in the last shop would have cost that much on their own. By 3 o'clock, I was done. I'd tried them on in the fitting room so I knew they'd fit and after paying, I packed them into a bag and headed for the flat. Passing Costa, I couldn't resist from getting myself another coffee and it saved me making one myself when I got back to my room. That way I could just concentrate on showering and getting ready. I wanted to look good tonight. If I wanted to keep him around, I had to make sure I put in the effort. When he starts his classes he might find someone much prettier than me and, with his good looks and amazing personality, he could have anyone he wanted. He's bound to have girls wanting a piece of him.

Sneaking back into the flat, obviously checking, I'd locked the door at least twice before I went up to my room. It was easy to sneak up the windy staircase, no one seemed to be home. It was all so quiet. Once in my room, I locked the door, placed my bag of new clothes on the bed before digging around for a nice underwear set. White obviously. Wearing black would not look good under light coloured clothes. Going into the en-suite, I turned on the shower and went back out to sip my coffee and grab some towels while it heated up. After scrubbing, washing and shaving, I exited the shower cubicle and wrapped my hair in a towel before wrapping one around my body. My phone ringing caught me off guard and when I went to it, I saw it was Rachel. Hannah, Rachel and I have remained good friends since we left school and, although they went to university a year before me, I still kept in contact with them and visited whenever I could.

"Hi Rachel!" I yelled, excited to hear her voice.

"So, how are you settling in?" She asked me, obviously wanting some juicy gossip.

"I met someone....." I started telling her all about last night and about the s*x and the date with Asher tonight.

"You don't waste much time, do you?" She laughed. "You've only just arrived, but it's about time, Georgia. You need to move on. He has."

I was speechless. "What do you mean he has?"

"Oh s**t! Sorry Georgia, I thought you knew. Noah's met someone else. I haven't seen them. It's just what I've heard from back home."

"From who, Rachel?" I demanded. I didn't really know why this was bothering me so much. There was silence at the other end of the phone, so I asked again, "Who?"

"Dan." She informed me with a quiver in her voice, like she was nervous about telling me. My own brother knew and thought to tell Rachel and not me. Don't I at least deserve a warning in case I bump into them when I visit home? Feeling angry, I couldn't help but take it out on her. It wasn't her fault, but I just snapped. "I can't believe he didn't tell me and if you thought I knew, why didn't you check to see how I was?"

"Sorry Georgia. Really I am. I only found out a few days ago and I didn't want to ruin your experience of starting Uni."

Sighing, I apologised, "Sorry Rach. I don't mean to take it out on you. It's just a shock, that's all."

"I know honey. I know. You want to talk about it?" She asked, sincerely.

I held back the tears as I told her no. I wanted to forget about it for tonight and just enjoy my date. If he was moving on, then so should I, right?