Leaders and Lavender

Chapter Seventeen

Hi Dolls , just a quick note I wanted to say that Bellamy's name is pronounced Bell-a-me and not Bell-amy, I'm not sure if I ever said that.

Bellamy's POV

My body could barely hold myself up in the shower, the effects of last night weighing on me, my body a vulnerable vessel available to the wild. Knowing breakfast was different in this house but not caring I throw on a purple hoodie that came down to my mid-thigh, I also wore white thigh highs because just because I'm hung over doesn't mean I'm not cute. The journey down the stairs felt bumpy and had me feeling nauseous. With my eyes barely open I sat down next to Vierra who was a mirror image of me, in a yellow hoodie, with her head on the table. I positioned my self in the same position my head against the table not bothering to even look around at who was there.

"Good Morning Girls" Diego loudly called a sinister smirk so his face as he was enjoying our pain.

"FUCK OFF DIEGO" Vierra groaned back gently lifting her head and passing me a glass of water and some headache tablets. I thanked her taking them and finally opening my eyes fully to see everyone round the table but Atticus. Why isn't he at breakfast?

When I woke up in bed and not in the car I figured he must have carried me in, I hope I haven't done anything. I know I was slipping last night but it wasn't obvious was it. Maybe I have imagine it completely different then it actually was, maybe I was completely little around him and I embarrassed myself. The thought alone brought me sick to my stomach and I ran to the nearest bathroom. I instantly was sick as I got to the toilet, I presume the remnants of last nights pornstar martinis.

"Where is she?" I hear from the dining room, after several seconds a concerned Atticus came storming round the door, he softened as soon as he saw me.

"Don't look at me" I muttered before throwing up again.

He held my hair back and gently rubbed my back making me feel a bit better, I hated being sick it was icky. I felt a stinging behind me eyes and realised I was crying.

"Stop I look ugly" I sob, turning my head away from him, so he couldn't see my flushed ill face.

He gently placed his finger under my chin and sensitively turning it so I was now looking at him

." Tu sei un dono del cielo"(You are a gift from the heavens) he whispered, unable to keep eye contact.

"What does that mean?" I utter confused by the switch in language.

"It means.. lets get you to bed", he stood up, lifting my body up with him, carrying me bridal style towards my room.

We passed Diego and Dante who were leaned against the dining room doorway smirking

" Tu sei un dono del cielo" (You are a gift from the heavens) they mocked, making me think he said something else to me.
Atticus shot a terrifying stare that caused them to chuckle and walk back into the dining room. We got to our corridor and as we approached my room, he turned and opened his door.

Before I could say anything he was placing me in his bed. I had never seen his room; it was a selection of charcoal greys and blacks with a couple accents of gold. The lighting was warm and shone against his beige bedding. This mattress was softer than mine and Vierra's combined, once my body hit the plush goodness I could barely keep my eyes open.

Abruptly Atticus left the room. He must be annoyed with me; I am being a nuisance I dragged myself out of the warm bed and head to my own bedroom once I open my own door I see Atticus collecting a few of my items including a lavender blanket and Snowdrop.

"What are you doing out of bed?" Atticus scolded me seeing that I had left his room. He picked me up once again this time with my legs wrapped around his torso, which sent butterflies through my tummy. Our faces were so close together as he walked from my room to his, I could feel his minty breath against my face , a cool chill going down my spine, as his dark eyes felt soul piercing.

He laid me down yet again in the bed this time handing me snowdrop and laying the blanket over my body. He seemed different this morning.

His behaviour and mannerisms were so caring, he had no sense of his cold nature which was often shown to people and he made me forget about all the awful things he is capable of.

"Bellamy you need to sleep" He said dimming the lights.

"I feel bad for being in your bed, I'll just sleep in my own room".

"Just sleep in here" he sighed closing the curtains.

"I can leave though I don't want to be annoying" I whisper out not wanting to be even more of a problem then I already was.

He stopped for a second before turning to me and kneeling down by the bed side.

"Sleep, be a good girl for me."

There is was again, good girl. I felt starstruck whenever he used it, it made my brain become a jigsaw I'm trying to piece together and my heart an ice cream on a hot day.

"Bellamy, can you do that for me?" He asked noticing my silence.

"Yes" I whisper out holding Snowdrop tighter as I felt so tiny in his bed and under his large frame.

His large ring covered fingers stroked my hair before he turned around and left the room.

What the fuck was that?