Chapter 4 •Die hard fan•

~Gentle and tough are contradictory. But I like that contradiction on you. The combination of gentle and tough~

Dorothy'S POV:

When I woke up in the morning, a handsome guy was gazing at me. 

No, this can't be. I don't want to tag the word  handsome to any of the guys anymore. Handsome guys sucks!

I unlocked my eyes slowly thinking that this could all be  a dream, so I blinked them slowly again. But I got  the same view in front of me.

I wasn't sure whether I was dreaming or was seeing the things in surreal.

Running the fingers on my long hair, I clutched them on frustration as I tried to remember what had happened the last night.

Fuck!

I was on the concert last night.I followed that fucking bastard there but holy. I cannot remember so much of things that happened last night.Maybe I was drugged.

Did I really mess up with myself? Did I do it yesterday? Was I laid on the bed when I was unconscious.

What the hell did happen for God's sake?

I was confused yet had no intention to keep myself down as I had never been in my whole life.

Fuck!

I wasn't  supposed to this. Not when I was unconscious.Not when I couldn't remember any of the things.

Ahhh.... I couldn't remember anything. I slowly ran  my hands to my neck to the chest and down to my thighs.

Oh! I wasn't naked. I still had my dress on. Did this guy dressed me up after doing it? Did I do it with a crazy person?

Isn't he kinda crazy cause who dresses a girl after having a sex with her? That sounded ridiculous. 

Ahhh... why couldn't I remember anything? I swear this was on my bucket list but not like this. This was my first time and I don't even remember it.

I know it sounds ridiculous for a thirty year old lady not to have any physical relationship with any guy till this age but that was how I was. I never had time for it although it was on my bucket list.

Arghhhhh..

I slowly peeked the guy who was laying beside me, pushing the duvet that was covering one third of my body, a little lower. He was smiling as brightly as he could.

I won't lie but he was quite cute and so stunning.He had really beautiful proportions of his face and his body were awesome. I could see his six packs even from the T-shirt. 

Did I do that with this guy?

 Hell!

 I'm doomed. It had to be with him, my boyfriend but how did I mess up being with this guy who looks so young? He might be someone who is just in his early or mid twenties.

"Are you alright?" he asked smiling at me. 

Why was he smiling like that? Was I just so wild last night? Only if I could remember what the fuck happened to me last night?

"Yeah, I'm alright, so much alright. what would there be?" I comforted myself more than to him?

I just wanted him to know that that wasn't my first time and I was just cool about that when I actually wasn't. I didn't want to show him that I was in mistake last night.

"Do you want to have some food? "he asked looking at me lovingly.

Food right, my purse!  Where is it? 

"Where is my purse? "I asked with serious tone. 

He called a girl.

"Risa, did you find any purse while changing her clothes? "he asked. 

"No, she didn't have it," she answered.

Oh my God. Nothing happened. That's a relief.. So, there is nothing to be awkward now. 

"Where did you grab me from? Where was it? " I shouted to them. 

The young guy,  he spoke, "Don't worry, if it's just a money, I can lend it to you, as much as you want... why are you  shouting to her. "

"Are you two lovebirds or what? Why are you siding with her? And yes, I love money, I had lots of money in there?I need to get it back... My purse right now, " I scowled.

I was just out of control. I didn't know what happened to me last night but that purse was more than a life to me. 

"How much was it? I can lend you? Don't get worked up, please? " he said trying to console me but I wasn't going to. What I need at that moment was not his consolation but my purse.

I looked exuberantly at him. Right! the sentiments on that purse this young guy can never discern. 

I got out of the bed hurriedly. I glanced at myself. Whose outmoded clothes were these? I looked so weird in them. 

I turned back,"Where are my clothes and shoes?" I asked.

"It's... it's...," the lady stuttered and it made me irritated. I hate the people who are slow to actions.

She was speaking so slowly that it almost made me furious. I would have surpassed another place in the time she answers my question. 

"It's what? Why are you speaking so slow? "I asked to her raising my eyebrows in more intimidating voice.

"It's been washed," she said nervously. Was that even a thing to be nervous? For God's sake.

"Give it to me, "I forwarded my palm to get my clothes.

"Actually... I...burnt... your... top while... ironing it... "she said with her frightened expressions.

"What? Then, what should I wear? Do you want me to go out topless?" I threw my both hands on the air. Can world be even worse than this?

Hell!

what did I just say? The guy was beside me, but who damn cares about him?

He coughed a little and said, "You can wear her clothes for sometime. I promise I will buy you the new one immediately,"he said assuring.

I looked at the girl who was smaller and so feeble and then looked at mine. She is way too smaller than me. How can her clothes fit on me?

"Okay, but look at her physiques. She has such a small body. Her dress won't fit me,"I said exasperatedly.

"You can wear my T-shirt, the new one, I haven't even used it," he said.

I sighed,"Okay, give it to me. "

I just wore the T-shirt he gave to me. But, I have to get out and search my purse. 

"But, are you okay with this T-shirt? "The girl asked me. 

I looked at that. What the hell was written over there, 

" I AM YOUR DIE HARD FAN...ALEX"

"Fan,.... are you artist? Is this given by your fan? "I asked him. 

"Hello miss!  Do you really not know him? He is superstar singer," another guy spoke in the middle. I really didn't like the vibes from him.

I looked at him from top to bottom. He quite seemed like the one with his extravagant style and looks.

"First thing, I am a  woman not a man and second thing, I don't listen to songs, "I said continuing ,"But, first please, I wanna change.Let's get a something to wear first," I summarized.

"And my phone," I asked again. 

"Yes, I found that one Mam,"she handed me my phone. 

I walked out of their and pulled the so called singer pulling his hoodie from behind, "Let's go, buy me dress. I will return your money soon," I said.

And, then, I looked at the girl  behind, "Thank you babe, for everything," I complimented.

"Actually... "Ahhh she speaks so slow... I cannot wait her...This girl... 

"let me bring my cards, first..."

He came back, with a hoodie and the mask in his face. 

He indeed was a celebrity...I don't know how people live with such big crowds all their life...