The next morning Sam woke up to see Dylan hurriedly getting dressed.

"Dylan?"

"This was a terrible mistake."

Sam sat up, pulling the duvet tightly around her body, Dylan pulled on his socks and searched the room for his shoes. After shoving them on he walked to the door.

"I'm going to work, let's not mention this again."

Dylan left the room and Sam heard her front door slam. She leant over and grabbed her phone from her bedside table. She dialled Zoe's number and waited impatiently for her to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi Zoe, it's me."

"Are you ok?"

"No, actually, I'm not. I'm really sorry but I can't make it to work today."

"Why not?"

"I've got an awful migraine, I can't see straight."

"Oh, ok. Will you be in tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Ok, get well soon!"

"Bye."

Sam cut off the call and chucked her phone across the room. She pulled her duvet over her head and started to sob. Why did she always mess things up?!