You Had Me At Hello

I woke up with a terrible migraine. My head was pounding. That was probably the worst night's sleep I had ever gotten in my life. What made it worse was I felt incredibly nauseous. I forced myself to open my eyes. The slightest bit of light was coming in through the blinds and shining on the bedspread. 

I then had to do a double take. That's not my bedspread... I thought.

 I then realized that it wasn't even my bed. I started to scan the room and realized that this wasn't even my house.

 I started to panic when I heard foot steps coming down the hall.

My eyes darted towards the door. "Oh God, Chloe. What did you get yourself into?" I whispered to myself. 

 The door knob slowly turned and in walked a man with pale blue hair and intense green eyes. I just stood there. I didn't know what to do. And to make things even more strange, he didn't seem to care that I was in his bed room.

"You're awake." He said. 

"Uh, yes. Who exactly are you?" I asked. He laughed.

"You obviously don't remember anything from last night. That's not surprising though, considering you were drunk." Well that explains my migraine and nausea. 

"No, I don't. You didn't answer my question." I replied.

"I'm Matthew Smith. I met you at the bar last night. We talked for quite a while. You, really don't remember a thing, do you?" 

"Not at all."

"Well, why don't we get some breakfast and I'll tell you about everything. "

"Uh, ok."

 As I followed him to his kitchen I couldn't help but run that name through my mind. Matthew Smith. Why do I know that name? Another thing I couldn't help but think about was what did happen last night?

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Matthew's P.O.V (as of last night)

I walked into the bar at around 8:30. The place was pretty crowded and there weren't a lot of seats.

The only place available to sit was next to a lovely woman with light blue hair who was ordering a drink. I mean, I wasn't complaining. She was beautiful. 

I walked over. My knees started shaking. I always got nervous when it came to talking to women.

"Excuse me. Would you mind if I sat next to you?" I asked her. I cursed myself for letting my voice sound shaky.

"Sure." She replied with a slight smile.

"Uh, Miller Light please." I said to the bar tender as I sat down.

 "So what brings you here tonight?" I questioned her.

She laughed. "Well, not the best of things. I had a bad experience recently that I'm trying to forget and I figured I would have a few drinks to forget about it for a while. "

"Oh. I 'm sorry to hear that." I replied. In my mind I was wondering what exactly happened,but my conscience told me not to ask.

We chatted for quite some time and whenever she talked I would look into her gorgeous blue eyes. She really was pretty. I couldn't imagine a woman like her having any problems. Whenever I said something funny, she would giggle like a little girl and I would get butterflies.

I bought her a drink and we even danced for a while. Lucky for me I even got a slow dance! It was a great night. 

By the time 11 o'clock rolled around I knew I had to leave. One of my buddies from college was having a party tonight and I had promised him I would show up even if it was only for a short time. As much as I didn't want to leave I said goodbye to her and hopped into my car. 

At around 2 in the morning I was finally on my way home when I saw a woman staggering down the side walk. She was clearly drunk. I pulled over to the side of the road and recognized her immediately. It was the girl from the bar.

I rolled down my window and called out to her. Since I didn't know her name, all I shouted was, "Hey!" She turned to face me and I asked her if she needed a ride home. She responded by puking in the bushes. I didn't know she was that drunk. I got out of my car and helped her into the back seat. When I strapped myself back into my seat in the front, I turned around to ask her where she lived but discovered she was already passed out on the seat. I sighed and drove home.

I pulled into the driveway and carried her inside. I laid her on my bed and put a trash can next to the side. If she did puke again, hopefully she made the basket.

I went into the living room and set up a spot on my couch. I was going to sleep here tonight so she didn't get the wrong idea.

Before I knew it, I was asleep.

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Chloe's P.O.V (present time)

After Matthew told me about meeting me at the bar, finding me on the side of the road, and taking me home with him, my memory flooded back. I felt guilty for inconveniencing him like that but at the same time was appreciative. I could have ended up getting myself hurt, or worse. I can't believe I had tried to walk home by myself. I can be so stupid. But hey, I was drunk.

I immediately thanked him.

He of course said it was no problem. Guys always say that. 

As we ate, I couldn't help but stare at him. I really hope he didn't notice. That would have been embarrassing. I didn't mean to, but he was just so handsome and muscular. 

I told him my name finally and how I was a challenge mother. He smiled at that.

"My mom is a challenge mother too." He said. "Calista Smith." That's why I knew the name! I have heard so much about his mother. She was an inspiration to me.

"If it's alright with you, I'd love to be a father in your challenge." He questioned.

"I'd love that." I gave him a smile. 

After breakfast he kindly drove me home. I felt terrible for leaving Zola alone with the kids overnight. I would make it up to her. I waved to him good bye. He gave me his phone number so I could call him when I was ready to conceive my next baby. And to be honest, I couldn't wait.

As I walked into my house I couldn't help but smile to myself. This was the first time I felt happy since the still birth. 

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Thanks You's~ Thank you so much Calista Smith for letting me use your son Matthew in my story! This post was really fun to write and I can't wait to see him in future posts. Read Calista's challenge here.