EMMA’s POV :
I regretted putting my phone on silent and missing Ian’s calls. He called me nine times and texted me three times, asking me if everything was okay. I texted him back and I called him, but he didn’t pick up. He was probably asleep already.
So in the morning when my phone rang, no matter how bad my head was hurting, I woke up and I picked up the video call.
“Hi, good morning,” I croaked. My hand went to straighten my crazy hair and I pulled it into a messy bun.
“Hey,” he beamed, looking as gorgeous as ever.
“I’m sorry I missed your calls last night,” I sighed.
“Where were you?” he asked.
“Sophie wanted to go see the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I was gonna go for just an hour and I was gonna go home and call you. But I went there and we did a drinking
