I'm kinda furious with wattpad right now...

I've been doing slow edits on the whole book but it's not saving them :(

So I think I'm going to leave the book unedited because I've done edits more than ten times {literally}

...and it's not saving.

:(

Any who...

;)

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🎵Listen to Circles by Post Malone🎶

*CHICAGO'S POV*

I woke up with the worst headache of all time. The curtains to my room were already drawn letting in an enormous amount of sunshine.

I forced myself out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

As I pass the full body mirror hanging on the wall I stop and stare at myself. My eyes are bloodshot and my hair is messy. I was in my white pajamas shorts and Wes' t-shirt.

I don't remember putting them on.

Then again I don't remember anything from last night.
I walk into the shower and turn it on.

I stand under the cold water while still in my clothes. I come out a few minutes later letting the cold water drip to the floor.

I reach out to one of my drawers and look for the orange container but I can't find it.

I pull out the whole drawer and pour out all of its contents on the counter but I still can't seem to find what I'm looking for.

I ran my fingers through my hair resisting screaming loudly. I ran back into the shower and let the cold water pour on me a second time while still in my clothes.

I scream as loud as I can. The sound of water running consumes my voice from the outside world.

When I headed downstairs I was much more calm than when I woke up earlier. I had my laptop with me and my reading glasses on.

I had on an oversized grey hoodie, black leggings and black ankle socks.

I headed for the kitchen to get something to eat. I found Ellen busy preparing something on the stove.

Wes was sitting behind the counter sipping what I assume to be coffee while reading something on his phone.

I smile and sit across him. He was dressed casually in a grey hoodie and black jeans... just like me. The only difference was that his hoodie fit him perfectly while mine was an oversize.

He doesn't bother to look up and acknowledge my presence.

"Morning." I say to him.

He ignores me and keeps staring at his phone.

It's not like I was expecting him to answer.

Ellen places a plate of avocado toast and milk for me to eat and leaves the kitchen.

I eat in silence while stealing glances at Wes. He seems to be really enjoying what he's reading and that annoys me.

"Okay I'm fed up with you. What did I do now ?"

I knew him being nice won't last for long.

He laughs at something on his phone. Without hesitation I stand up and yank his phone from him.

"What is wrong with you !" He yells.

I can see the anger in his eyes but I don't care. He's ignoring me as if I did something wrong to him.

Maybe I did wrong him last night.

I don't remember.

I wait for him to try and snatch back his phone from my grip but he doesn't even bother instead he reaches for his left pocket and removes a small orange container.

My small orange container.

I don't know how it happened but Wes' phone slipped from my grip and fell on the cold tiled floor resulting to its screen to shutter.

"Where did you get that ?" I ask to him barely recognizing my own voice.

I couldn't gather the courage to stare at him so I focused my gaze on the orange container placed on the counter.

"Cat got your tongue ?" He chuckled.

How could he ?

He invaded my privacy.

"What are you doing with antidepressants Chicago ?"

"You have no right !" I can feel my eyes prick and the warm tears start falling.

This is a part of me that no one knew, not even my parents. I wasn't
ready to open up.

Not yet.

Never to him.

"Lesson number one Chicago..."

I just stare and watch him talk.

"...stay on your lane. Don't ask me questions about my life and I won't ask about yours."

"What did I do to you last night?"I ask him.

I know Wes was in my room last night because as I was picking out an outfit to wear this morning I found one of his curflink on the floor in my closet.

The only reason he would be in my closet is to pick my clothes meaning he was the one who changed me.

But why ?

His face goes cold and he turns and leaves. Clearly brushing off the question

I pick my antidepressants and head for my room. I put on my black nike sneakers and a shoulder bag.

It's time I give my parents a visit.

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Weeks pass and I don't interact with Wes as per his wishes.

We only meet on thursdays at eight o'clock in the evening to discuss the progress of his book.

Other than on thursdays we don't speak at all.

He stopped having his coffee at the mansion so that we don't bump into each other.

I don't even know why he's still living in the mansion and not the penthouse. He seemed to love it there.

It's seven o'clock in the evening on a Saturday.

I'm seated on the back of Wes' red sports car watching the heavy downpour outside.
Edward, Wes' chauffer is the one behind the wheels.

This is the only car that Wes allowed me to use whenever I wanted to leave the mansion but his conditions were Edward was to drive me always.

I had gone to visit Chrissy and my parents. I knew I'd be back at the mansion very late in the night so I called Chad and told him I'll be back around nine.

When it started raining my dad told me to start heading back before it gets worse.

For all they know is that I got a writing job outside of New York and therefore I had to look for an apartment that was near to my work place.

I hated lying to them but there's was no other choice.

When we entered the mansion it was awfully quiet except for the sound of a piano playing.

Piano ?

As far as I know about the mansion it has no piano.

I ignored the sound and decided to head to my room but my curiosity got the best of me.

I found myself following the sound of the piano.

I reached a floor that I had no idea existed. It had four black doors and a single white one.

The sound was coming from the white door located at the end of the corridor.

I walk towards the door quietly and find it slightly open.

I peep inside and see the most beautiful room.

It is beautifully decorated with butterflies and flowers on the wall.

The room is much more spacious than my room. Too bad it only had a glass piano in the middle.

Glass piano ?!

The person playing the piano had his back on me so I couldn't clearly see who it is.

I push the door a little bit open and got in. Once I was in the familiar cologne filled my nostrils.

Wes!

He is the one playing the instrument.

I didn't even know he knew how to play but then again, what do I know about him ?

Why was the piano locked in here where no one would know of its existence ?

As if he sensed someone was watching him, he quickly turned and our eyes met.

His eyes are red and swollen, evidence that he was crying.

That broke my heart.

Why would he be crying ?

I saw anger rise inside of him as he stood up and walked towards me with slow powerful strides.

"Wes are you oka-" Before I could even finish my sentence he took hold of my arm and threw me out of the room.

I landed on my back and hit my head on the wooden floor. I felt a sharp pain in my head. He closed the door locked it.

What just happened ?!