𝟭𝟲 ⠀ foggy memories.


WHITE MUSTANG / chapter sixteen
——— ₊ ⊹ foggy memories 🪩



























( 🏙️ )    manhattan,    new york city

———— THE SUN WAS already up, the light filtering through the light white curtains blinding salem as her eyes opened slowly. she sighed, a hammering feeling on her head as she turned around in the bed, the bedsheets shifting as she moved.

her eyes closed again, inhaling the woody sentence that lingered on the bedsheets, her arm going under the pillow as she sighed again, before her eyes shot open and realizing she wasn't in her room.

the modern and luxurious interiors of the room were definitely not what salem was used to wake up in. she sat up, realizing she wasn't wearing her usual clothes but a black tee that she didn't recognize as her own.

her eyes went to the mirror hanging next to the tall closet, staring at her messy hair and flushed face, anxiety growing in her as she asked herself what the fuck went down at the party last night.

a soft groan caught her attention, making her spin her head to the other side of the room, a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding leaving her lips as she caught sight of nicholas peacefully sleeping on a creamy white couch.

salem tried to remember what happened last night, how she ended up in his apartment, in his bed with his clothes on, but everything was just a foggy memory.

a part of her wanted to go back to sleep, but the other told her to get up and find that out through him. so she pushed the covers away from her body, watching the t-shirt cover her up to her thighs, and getting up from the comfortable queen-sized bed.

she took short and quiet steps, until she was standing in front of him. he was sleeping peacefully on his stomach, a hand tucked under the pillow and the other hanging from the edge of the couch. his expression was calm, and his eyebrows relaxed, contrasting with the stern face he always displayed to others. he was wearing a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, conflicting with the usual elegant suits she had always seen on him.

she froze on her steps, not knowing what to do now. her hand stretched towards him to wake him up, but once again she felt herself halt. something was blocking her from interrupting his peaceful sleep.

salem sat down on the L-shaped couch, trying not to wake him up, but as soon as their thighs rubbed together, nicholas's eyes snapped open, trying to adjust to the strong daylight as he moved his gaze on the girl

"sal, you're... awake." his voice was husky from sleep as he rubbed his eyes, pulling himself up on the couch, "are you feeling good?"

salem flinched slightly as she heard his raspy voice, pulling the shirt involuntarily down on her legs, suddenly feeling flustered, "my head hurts, but i'm good." she said simply, watching him stretch, "did you really sleep on the couch? it must be uncomfortable."

"i'm good." he said simply, even though deep inside he felt every bone in his body hurt at the uncomfortable position he slept in all night, "did you sleep well?" "i did." she mumbled, fidgeting with her hands.

flashbacks from the night before started playing in nicholas's mind as his eyes shot to the reid girl. from the moment they got to the party, to finding salem drunk at the bar and taking her back to his place and letting her sleep in his bed. all those thoughts played in his mind in nothing more than a second, as he noticed salem avoiding his gaze.

"uhm, about last night..." he started, not quite knowing how to put it lightly, "do you remember anything?"

salem looked back at him, her chocolate brown eyes meeting his worried ones. she shook her head softly, trying to recall any memory from the night before, "nothing. i remember talking to chandler and.. cleo? but after that it's just blank." she confessed, letting out a small embarrassed laugh, "i hope i didn't do anything dumb, i was pretty drunk."

"you didn't," he reassured her, even though that was a lie. he was well aware of the flirty words of the girl towards him and her sultry actions, but he didn't want to upset her when her head was still hurting.

salem tried hard to remember any detail from the night before, but everything was blank. she got up from the couch, but immediately felt her head spin harder and her balance falter. nicholas shot up from the couch, holding her arms to not let her fall on the ground.

"you okay?" he asked worriedly, tilting his head at the sight of her blurry vision. salem shook her head, immediately recovering from the dizziness, "i'm fine, thanks." she said quickly, trying to get him to let her arms go.

he didn't believe her, though, helping her walk towards the bed. salem tried to oppose his strength, "nicholas i'm fine i don't need—" "you're not fine, salem. you're still feeling dizzy."

salem couldn't overpower nicholas's strength, so she was just forced to let him into the bed again before he got up, "i'm gonna bring you something warm to drink, it'll help you. don't do anything stupid, okay? just stay there and relax."

salem nodded as she watched nicholas disappear behind the white door of the room. she sighed, being left along in that unknown environment was... weird. especially because it was nicholas's room.

she looked around the room, pulling the covers on top of her bare legs. the room was enormous, with lots of whites and blacks, but somehow it still felt welcoming despite the modern touch. a long desk was placed against the big windows that gave on the streets of manhattan.

she stood up, despite nicholas telling her not to. she walked towards the glass desk, which was messier than she thought, full of sketches and pictures of dresses. she loved the way nicholas sketched clothes, the graphite lines were soft and mellow, giving a sinuous profile to the drawings.

she flipped through the sketchbook, admiring the sketches, until she heard footsteps coming from the stairs just outside the room. she sprinted back towards the bed, going back to the position he had left her in, and pretending nothing happened.

nicholas appeared from behind the door, a tray in his hands with a blue mug and a gray one on top. "i made tea, hope you like it." "i love tea!" salem beamed, hearing the mention of her favorite beverage.

he sent her a tight-lipped smile before placing the tray on the nightstand. he grabbed the blue mug and handed it to her, "tea for you." then he grabbed the gray one and took a sip out of it, "and coffee for me. or did you prefer coffee? i can make it if you want."

salem thanked him before taking a sip of the warm liquid, feeling it burn inside of her chest, "tea is great, i hate coffee." nicholas frowned, sending her a weird look, "you what?"

salem sent him a small smirk and an amused gaze, "what?" "you hate coffee?" his stunned comment made salem let out a soft giggle, "it's just too bitter!" "it's not! i— if you weren't hungover right now, i'd throw you out of the house."

salem laughed cheerfully, throwing her head back, and for a second nicholas could still see the innocent side of her that he was able to explore more the night before. he found himself staring at her as she was distracted, feeling something warm inside of him.

he let out a small raspy laugh too, taking another sip of the coffee, "forget it, you're crazy for that." "whatever you say, boss." she teased, dipping a cookie that nicholas had prepared on the tray in the warm tea.

as they sat there in silence, nicholas debated internally whether to tell her or not about what happened last night in that same room. he felt like she needed to know about their almost kiss, but at the same time, he didn't want to make her feel bad about herself for that. salem's velvety voice interrupted his train of thoughts, "i really hope i didn't do anything stupid yesterday. i tend to be weird when i'm drunk."

nicholas snorted at her little awkward laugh, before placing the empty mug back on the tray. something inside of him just didn't want her to know just yet, so he gave up trying to find a way to tell her, "it wasn't that bad." "great." she grinned, finishing the tea.

"if you want, you can take a shower. the bathroom is there, i'll give you some clean clothes to wear and then i can take you home." nicholas stood up from the bed, pointing to a closed door next to the closet.

salem nodded, smiling softly and watching him stand in front of her. her voice was soft, and for some reason she just couldn't stop looking at him. something changed after last night, and she couldn't tell what it was, since she didn't remember anything, "that's perfect."

the only thing she knew is that she was looking at him differently, in a new light.
















































LOLA SPEAKS . 𐙚
expect a new chapter by tonight hehe
i love my nichosalem so much 🫶🏻

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