71 I don't want to be alone.

Patrick. 

My alarm rings loudly for the second time in a row. 

''Fuck,'' I jump up from my bed to shut it off. My phone falls from the table beside my bed in my attempt ''Shit,'' I grumble as I pull the covers off me to get the phone quiet. 

Once the alarm is off, I walk out of my bedroom and go straight to the bathroom. My reflection is even worse than yesterday. 

What the hell happened last night?

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I walk back to my room. There is someone on the other side of my bed. The covers are over their face so I can't make out who it is. Slowly, I walk over to the bed in an attempt to see who it is. I remember being with jack last night. This has to be him right?

The person turns around slowly, still deeply asleep and I get a view of his face. 

Fucking hell. 

Last night.