Lying on my bed that night I couldn't believe my luck. The stars twinkled down at me, watching me, as I lay starstruck beneath them. My smile was etched into my face and my jaw ached from smiling so much. But I still couldn't stop.

I rolled over onto my pillow: it's happened- I thought to myself- I can't believe it.

I pulled my phone towards me and stared at the blank screen. 3am. She's probably asleep. Fast asleep. I won't bother her.

My hand started typing before I could even think.

'Miss you already!'

Her kiss still lingered on my mouth. Goosebumps covered my arm at the thought of it and I roll over in delight at the memory. This is what it's meant to feel like. This is right.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep like that: in a love sick slumber filled with dreams of romance. What I would give to go back there.

**

Beep beep beep!

My eyes shot open at the sound of my alarm and I instantly sat up. I turned towards it and then realised: it's Sunday. Outwardly I groan and roll back into bed. But then I remember: the party, the kiss, her. My heart hammers and I pounce forward once more my eyes darting around the room for my phone.

Eagerly I pull it towards me, desperate to see her message...

Blank. My heart dropped to my toes in an instant. But then it bounced back an inch. It's 7.30am. She's asleep. Give her a moment. It's fine.

Again my hand started typing before I could stop myself:

'Morning beautiful!'

I rolled back onto my bed and snuggled into my pillow at the thought of her toothy grin.

**

I jiggled my leg under the kitchen table; unable to keep still for a moment. Glancing at my phone I checked the time: 1pm. Still nothing. She's been online: I've seen on whatsapp. She's been online repeatedly.

My phone buzzed and I froze in a moment of delight. Joe. My shoulders slumped.

'Hey sexy. Want to meet up later?'

Oh, wait Joe. The memory came haunting back and raised its dirty grin. The drink, the kiss, his confession. I swallowed loudly and and slapped my face into my palms. My head was pounding in my skull; getting louder every moment. The room seemed to get smaller and darker.

Buzz!

'What happened to you last night? You disappeared! S x'

Oh god. My anxiety came flooding back all of a sudden. What am I going to tell Susie? What am I going to tell everyone? What am I going to do?

**

5pm

'George? I'm getting a little worried. Is everything OK?'

It was the biggest understatement of the year. A little worried. More like swinging from the trees, crawling up a cloud and while chewing on my own foot. I couldn't take being in the dark: not knowing. I'd only just got her and now- I squeezed my eyes shut and exhaled loudly. I need to stop this.

**

10pm.

The worst four words imaginable glowed from my phone screen.

'We need to talk.'

But they weren't from who I wanted them to be from. Anything would be better than this silence.

'What do you want Joe?' I pinged back, not even bothering to pretend to be nice. Or interested.

'Call me.'

I wavered for a moment, my hand hovering above the call button, but then I switched my phone off and pushed it out of my sight. I couldn't deal with any more drama that night. I needed to shut the world out. Even her. Little did I know what awaited me...