Behind The Masks Of Blood ;hes;

Chapter 21

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[Bella] :

The kiss was beyond ordinary understanding. It was magically turning me on. I just kept pushing him into me more as if the kiss was the revival of me.

My bottom lip had been eaten by him. He had bit it more than million times. In awfuly sexual way. And suddenly all the outrage and madness I was feeling to him disappeared. Fuck he knows how to work things out.

My phone started buzzing in awkward way. And I did not want this to end as he was moving his hand along my body.

"Uh--" he pushed himself abit. I did not dare to look at him as I sit down after he got off of me.

Who the hell is calling me right now ?

I held my phone to see its Zayn. And suddenly I felt guilty just looking at the screen with my jaw hangs open.

"Who's that ?" Harry asked, and I looked at him with a frown. "Its Zayn." I said. Harry parted his lips to say something but I switched the green botton before he can.

"Hello ?" I said, clearing my throat right after it.

"Bella, baby how are you ?" He talked. His soft voice sent rays of guilt into me. As I stood up trying to get away from Harry.

"I-I am good. How about you ?" I put a tug of my hair behind my ear.

"I am good as well. I have some news."

"Tell me ?" I uttered as I play with the hem of my shirt.

"Are you busy on friday ?" He asked.

"No. Not at all." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Does your cousin mind me coming over ?" He asked. And I did not know what to answer.

"No-I mean I do not think he would mind you." I shrugged. "Is he around you ?"

"Uh-Yes."

"Ask him for me so I could be sure." His voice is so soft, and his accent is abit heavier than usual.

"It doesn't need-" he interrupted. "Please ?"

"Ok." I put the phone down from my ear as I look at Harry.

"Harry ?"

"Yes ?" His voice is deep, and I could not but think back to the kiss we shared moments ago.

"Zayn is asking if you do mind him coming over ?" My face already forming a pathetic feature. Hoping he would agree.

"No. He can." He bit his bottom lip trying his best to not sound rude.

"Thank you. Zayn you heard him. Are you now feeling better ?" I scoffed.

"I just wanted to make sure he does not hate me." He chuckled. Nothing is funny.

"Aha. . ." I did not know what else to say. In some point I am becoming speechless.

"So. . . See you on friday. Ha ?"

"Of course." After saying the goodbye's we hung up. And I was concerned about harry's reaction as I turn around to face him.

"I am sorry if he is coming against you." I muttered. Not sure of my words.

"No. It just- it feels awkward you know ?" He said with a raise of his eyebrows in a questioning way. And I looked down ashamed.

If I say this is uncomfortable its an understatment. He is being very soft unlike him. Yes I understand he just kissed me suddenly without a warning and it might had come from the bottom of his heart. But it still oddly strange to have him so gentle.