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I never thought I would be the type of person to go out and drink my feelings away but here I am in a bar drinking my feelings away because I broke up with my boyfriend a couple days ago.
I knew Mat could do better than me. There were prettier girls out there that would die to be with him. I talked to him before he left for a road trip, let’s just say he didn’t take it really well. I gave him the whole its not
My friends thought it would be a good idea to get me out of my apartment. That’s how I’m at a bar downtown with a beer in my hand and every so often I would look up at the tv and see the highlights from the Islanders game that they played this afternoon which means they are either on their way home or are already home. I should be home waiting for Mathew to come home.
“What are you doing?” I look to my left and see Jen, one of my friends that brought me to the bar.
“I’m getting a beer,” I tell her holding up my left hand that was holding the beer.
“Really? Because it looks like you were watching the hockey highlights of your ex-boyfriends game.” She looked right at me and knew exactly what I was doing. “If you miss him Y/N then go and be with him.”
“You know I can’t.”
“What I know is that you made a stupid decision and now you’re here drinking all the feeling away.”
“You’re the one that brought me here.”
“Yeah but Y/N I asked you once and you agreed right away and normally it takes a lot more then me asking just once.” I looked down at my empty beer.
“I think I’m going to go home.” I put my money down for the bartender.
“Let me drive you home.”
“No, I think I’ll just call an Uber.”
As I was walking outside I could feel that my balance was a little off. I went to lean up against the wall while I waited for the Uber to get here.
Once I got to my apartment I started to dig through my purse looking for my keys. I finally pulled them out and tried to put the key through the keyhole but it didn’t seem like it wanted to fit. I looked up at the number and on the door but before I could see the number fully the door opened and I was face to face with Mat. I looked at him with a confused look on my face.
“What are you doing here?” He asked me. What does he mean what am I doing here this is my place.
“Why are you in my apartment?”
“Have you been drinking Y/N?” I shake my head no but I know he won’t believe me I’m a bad lair when I’m drinking.
“Why are you in my apartment?” I ask again. “Why won’t my key work?” I hold my key up in front of my face.
“Y/N this is my apartment. How did you get here? You didn’t drive did you?”
“No I got an Uber and I gave the Uber dude my address Mat, not yours.” I pulled out my phone to see the address that I gave the driver.
“Come inside,” Mat opened the door a little more and stepped aside to let me in. I rolled my eyes.
“Oh, you’re so kind as to let me in my own apartment.” I walked right by him and set my bag on the table by the door and looked around and noticed that it wasn’t my place but in fact, it was Mat’s. I turn around to Mat and see that he has a smile on his face.
“What are you smiling about?”
“I’m just waiting for you to realize that this isn’t your place and for you to admit it or your just too drunk and you are here most of the time anyways that you thought this was your place.” I turned away from him and looked around. I saw his bags by the couch meaning he got back not that long ago.
“I am not drunk.” I might be but I don’t want him to know that.
“Why did you go out drinking?” He was still behind by the door. He knew I didn’t go out drinking for fun unless it was with him and his team after a win. I could feel the tears in my eyes but I put my head back so they didn’t fall.
“I was drinking my feelings away.” I don’t know if Mat heard me because I could barely hear myself but it was pretty quiet in here.
“Why?” I turned around and looked at him.
“What’s up with all these questions?” I went to grab my bag and walk to the door where Mat was still standing. “Fine you’re right this isn’t my place now if you’ll please step aside so I can leave.”
“Y/N just stay here tonight.” He put both hands on both of my arms and bent down to be eye level with me.
“We broke up,”
“No, you broke up with me. We still need to talk about that.” I rolled my eyes. There was nothing to talk about. “
“You have practice in the morning.”
“You will still be asleep by the time I get back.” I hate he knew me so well.
We broke up a week and
I told him I would stay just because I was too tired to get another Uber and go all the way downstairs.
I slowly woke up from the sunlight coming in from the window. I stretched my arms above my head and sat up from my bed and looked around but I wasn’t in my bed and I wasn’t in my room. I was in Mat’s room and last night all came back to me. I put my head in my hands. I heard the door open and my head snapped up. I think I moved too fast because the room started to spin.
“You’re awake,” Mat walked in with a bottle of water. “Here take these for your head and here’s some water.” I looked down at what he’s handing him but I can’t bring myself to take it. “Y/N I know your head is probably pounding and spinning right now.” I laid back down on the bed and closed my eyes.
I wish I never went to the bar last night. I wouldn’t be in Mat’s bed right now. I wouldn’t be thinking about telling I made a mistake on breaking up with him. That I love him with all my heart and I would do anything for him to get in this bed with me and just hold me until my head stopped spinning.
Mat took a seat on the bed next to me but I still had my eyes closed.
“Mat I’m sorry,”
“You don’t have to be sorry. I would rather you end up here rather than some strangers house.” I sighed heavily
“That’s not what I’m sorry for. I’m not sorry for showing up here last night thinking this was my apartment.” I sat up and finally looked at Mat. “I am sorry about coming over the night before you had a road trip and breaking up with you. I didn’t even let you talk or say anything. I’m such a bitch.” I didn’t look away from Mat. He took my hands in his and just looked out our hands. I sat there waiting for him to say something.
“How about we talk about everything over lunch,” He stood up and waited for me to get up.
“Don’t you mean breakfast?”
“No it’s noon Y/N,” He laughed “we can get breakfast food if you like.”
“I could go for some waffles.“