Axel

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I S A B E L L A

Axel. Axel. Axel.

You could never tell what's going through that man's mind, trust me i've tried to see.

He was a closed off book. He was unreachable.

I watched him shove his belongings into his bag, whilst i sat on my neatly made bed with my bag already packed next to me.

It was dark in the room, the sun should rise soon so the clouds were a dark shade of blue which slightly brightened up the room, allowing me to just barley see Axel.

I could tell he was thinking hard about something and from the way he roughly shoved everything into his bag made it seem like he was rushing.

There was no rush, we had plenty of time, Ronan hadn't even gotten out of bed yet probably.

"What's the rush?" I spoke up, saying my thoughts. His attention switched to me, away from his bag as one of his trembling hands came up to rub his neck.

He quickly hid his hands away once he noticed i was staring at them.

"There's no rush." He replied, getting back to what he was doing. His deep tone was plain and boring, like he had no interest in speaking to me. I pushed myself up from the bed, then approached his tall figure.

"You seem in a rush." I shrugged behind him, continuing the conversation.

"Well, i'm not." He cleared his throat, i could see his toned back much better now as im up close and he's faced away from me.

The man was a mountain of roiling muscle. His outsize arms hung like menacing weapons from his sloping shoulders. His back muscles rolled as he moved creating a line down his back whenever they flexed.

Who knew a back could be that attractive.

Axel moved to close his suitcase, but his hands shaked so much he couldn't even pick up the zipper. I watched as he tried a few times, and the more he tried the more frustrated he grew with himself.

God, what was going on with him?

I bent down next to him, before softly placing my hand over his cold one, causing his trembling to slow down under my hands. He snatched his hands away, like he hated my touch.

Pinching the zipper with two fingers, i closed the bag for him. The silence was loud, as i trailed my eyes to Axel who remained in the same position.

He looked down at my hand that had just held his, before moving his gaze to mine.

We both were crouching down, our eyes finding each others.

"Can i ask you something?" I said with slight worry and then sat down on the floor in front of him, crossing my legs. Axel simply nodded.

"What's wrong?" The words spilled out my mouth the minute he nodded. Axel pulled his eyebrows together, his lips in a straight line, his eyes looking at me like that's the most stupid question i've ever asked.

Because what would possibly ever be wrong with Axel?

Axel is fine.

That's what he believed, that's what everyone else believed. But not me.