Yeah, that didn't help at all.

I let out a sigh as I stared at the ceiling. I looked around the unfamiliar room, trying to figure out where my clothes had landed. Once I had found them. I sat up and got out of bed. I got dressed, looking down at the man I had just slept with.

I really thought a one-night stand would make me feel less frustrated, but it had the opposite effect. After replying to the message, I was invited to a bar. It was fun at first, and I got to get my mind off the whole Liam situation for a while.

We drank a bit. Okay, we drank too much. Or at least I did. I don't exactly remember how we went from the bar to his apartment, the way there was just a blur.

But I do remember what happened afterward. But I'd rather have forgotten that part.

I grabbed my phone off the charger he'd lent to me and carefully walked over to the door. I unlocked the door and snuck out of the apartment. I headed down to the street. I looked around, confused. Great, I had no idea where I was. I let out a sigh and unlocked my phone.

I was about to look up how to get home when I spotted a cafe. And I could really go for some coffee right now. I locked my navigation to the cafe and followed it. But not before putting it on my playlist.

I felt gross, still being in the clothes I was in yesterday, not to mention the smell of alcohol lingering. I wanted more than anything to go home and shower, but getting home was going to take a long time

I reached the cafe a few minutes later. Luckily, it wasn't busy, so I went in and ordered a coffee before sitting down at a table outside. The weather was nice, and I didn't want to bother anyone.

I scrolled through my phone a bit when I reopened the message. I felt gross for even replying. All of it was because of a stupid crush. This wasn't the right solution.

I was about to delete the message when I happened to look up. I almost choked on my drink when I saw Liam, of all people, walk out of the cafe. I tried to hide behind my phone but it was too late.

Please don't come over. Please don't come over. Please don't - he's coming over.

I pretended I didn't see him as he walked over to my table. "Nick?" He asked, surprised to see me. I lowered my cup, meeting his eyes. His expression changed when I did. "We have to stop meeting like this-" he joked.

I had noticed a while again how weird it was she just kept popping up whenever I was alone. It felt like a curse sometimes. "Y-yeah." I let out an uncomfortable laugh.

He pulled out a chair and sat down across from me. "Are you okay?" He asked. I put my phone away into my pocket, giving him my full attention. "Yeah, I'm fine.." I said back. "Are you sure? You don't look that good," he asked again, leaning onto the table.

Who's fault do you think that is?

I nodded. "I am." I couldn't tell him the reason for looking this bad was because I just had a drunken one-night stand with a complete stranger because of my unprofessional feeling towards him. He'd probably kick me off the program.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "I live around here." He said. "You do?" I sat up a little.

"Yeah, about a ten-minute walk from here-" he said, looking off into the distance. "You live so close to my place..." I said under my breath.

Not that I really knew how close my place was. But I know the bar I went to yesterday wasn't all that far from my place. And I don't think we traveled that much when I was drunk.

Then again, it's not like I can remember.

"Really? Then where do you live-"I looked up confused. "You just said it's close to your place?" He explained. I looked down at my cup, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Well, to be honest. I'm not really sure how close. But I'd say it's not much further than half an hour." I said. "You're not sure?" Liam laughed. "How are you not sure?" I let out an uncomfortable laugh, sitting back in my chair. "Well, it's a long story-" I started.

"I have time." He smiled, leaning in. I cleared my throat, moving in my seat slightly. "I would tell you, but to be honest, I just want to go home and shower right now -" I shot him down. I couldn't tell him the truth anyway

"Part of this long story?" He asked. I let out a laugh, nodding. "If you want -" he started, looking down at his coffee briefly. "We could go to my place. You can shower there." He offered.

I felt a blush creeping onto my face. "Uhm, well-," I stuttered. It's fine. Right? It's just- it's nothing more than him being nice to me... "Sure." I smiled. He straightened his back, looking at me. "This way, you won't get lost trying to find your place." He joked.

"Yeah, right." I laughed. He moved his chair back and stood up. Grabbing his coffee from the table. "Shall we go then?" he asked. I nodded, getting up myself.

We started walking to his place. I know he said it was close. But I was so nervous about it. It felt like forever. We walked through the streets. We were mostly quiet, neither of us knowing what to say in this situation.

I looked around the street. I got even more nervous when it started to feel weirdly familiar.

My suspicion was verified when I heard a voice behind us. "Nick? Is that you?" I hesitantly looked back. It was none other than my mistake from yesterday.