Phone Calls and Headaches;;Ella;;30

I'm awoken the next morning by a door opening and closing. I look at my surroundings. Where the hell am I? I look under the covers to see I'm still in my underwear and wearing an oversized Blackhawks Shirt...meaning one thing.


Speak of the devil.


"Hey you crack up of a drunk," he says as he drops his hockey bag.
"What?"
"You were really drunk last night..."
"I was?"
"Yeah...you crashed out though."
"So we didn't do it?"
"OH GOD NO!" Johnny laughed.


I let out a sigh of relief as he sits down next to me on the bed. I go and take a piss then come back and sit indian style on the bed. He's looking at me and the mess on top of my hair. I throw my hair into a pony tail. "What the hell happened last night?" I finally asked.


"You were shitfaced...you thought Voldemort was coming to kill us."
"Holy fuck..."
"Yes...and I went to sleep singing its a small world in Italian...and I don't even speak the languege."
"Anything else?"
"You told me you loved me."
"Oh."


Holy hell he remembered. I look at the bed as he giggles. I told him I loved him while I was drunk off my ass. He sighs. "You were drunk though, so I know it was just out drunken rage," he laughs.


Oh if you only knew.


"I should go."
"What are doing after the ceremony tonight?"
"I don't know yet, why?"
"Can we talk?"
"Johnny, I'll let you know."
"Meet me at the coffee shop after the ceremony."
"Fine."


I leave his hotel room and knock on mine. Stephanie answers and shakes her head. I walk in and sit on the bed. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!?" She yells. "You were really drunk last night!"


"So we're you. Did you and Sidney hook up?"
"Yes, we did. It was glorious...but..."
"You miss Patrick don't you?"
"Yeah."
"Stephanie, I think you should--"


Stephanies phone goes off. I watch her walk over to the phone and sighs. It meant only one thing. "It's Patrick," she tells me. I tell her to put the call on speaker. She picks up and puts the call on speaker. "Hello?"


"Stephanie?"
"Patrick."
"Thank God you picked up the phone."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"For the past month you've ignored my calls, texts, emails, you wouldn't even look at me at O'Hare."
"Gee, I wonder why."
"Look, can we please meet for coffee and talk? I need to talk to you."
"When?"
"Now."
"I just woke up."
"Thrity minutes then."
"Alright."
"Thank you."


Click. 


Stephanie throws the phone on the bed and sighs. She then looks at me and runs her hands through her hair. "I think I'm going to take him back. I've missed him. I'm going to listen to what he has to say," she tells me as I nodd. She then shakes her head. "Did you and Johnny hook up?"


"No. I did tell him I loved him."
"Oh shitt..."
"Out of my drunkenness."
"Oh Ella you probably got his hopes up."
"Yeah, I know I'm stupid."
"Alright, well I'm gonna shower and get ready."


I hear the bathroom door shut. I look down at the bed that hasn't been touched. I am a complete dumbass. Why didn't I just wait until after the Olympics to tell him how the hell I feel? 


Because you are without a doubt, a fucken idiot Ella.


I lay my head down on the bed and close my eyes. I told him I loved him last night and now he thinks I didn't mean it. If he only knew how I've felt the past month, all the crying, all the non sleeping, the few classes I missed trying to catch up on sleep but in reality, I haven't had a good night sleep until last night in a month. I hear the hotel room door close, meaning Stephanie went to meet Patrick. 


Then, I cried.