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Chapter thirty-two

"Wake up Liv." Someone whispered, while touching my thigh gently. "Come on wake up, I'm here." he murmured.

I groan feeling very exhausted and warm, blinking my eyes open I'm met with hazel eyes that I knew too well.

He was shirtless sitting next to me now hovering above me, having my thighs on his lap while I was still lying on the couch. I can't remember how I got here..

"You okay?" he rasped with his deep morning voice,"You look pale, and have high temperature." he whispered touching my cheek with his hand then my forehead. I do feel sick, and groan again, my face twisted in uncomfortableness licking my dry lips. God I feel so drowsy.

Then I remember what yesterday happened and my eyes go wide.

He danced with that woman to then bring her here and let me no place but sleep on the couch where as he was doing God knows what with her while I felt pathetic and hurt that he had used me and not even felt guilty at the slightest. Immediately I slap his hand away and he frowned.

"What are you doing here?" I harshly question glaring at him, trying to thrash away but am too weak and feel like throwing my guts out. He doesn't let me move anyway. It's too early for this.

I look around the dark living room and see the clock. It's barely five in the morning.

"I couldn't sleep." he mumbled and relaxed back on the couch caressing my bare thigh, with continuously rub of his thumb, hooded eyes on me. That didn't explain anything. "You were whimpering in your sleep.. A nightmare I suppose?" he asked lowly looking at me with a calm but deep stare and I glare but feel so nauseous that I don't fight him right now.

I see a blanket tossed at me wondering where that came from while avoiding him.

Yesterday someone had laid some of my pajama shorts and a white shirt with thin straps on this couch, they knew I would be sleeping here. So I changed on them but my body felt like I'm boiling.

I flinch when his hand trailed to my hip and when I look at him he sighed gazing back with sleep deprived eyes his head laying back on the couch.

"Try and sleep again." he said trailing his stare straight forward, squeezing my hip and the bile on my throat continued, I push the blanket away not really caring the way his eyes go wide upon the quick glance he gave my body. Why was he here? Wasn't he 'busy' like precious Harry said just yesterday?

"Olivia." he whispered softly, and when he smirked lightly I knew that I said that aloud, I bite my lip to inflict myself pain. Why was I caring? It has to be because I'm sick.

Suddenly he shifts on his knees crawling up on top of me with his hands and straddles me leaning on his elbows while his forehead rests on my sweaty one, his lightly damp hair is tickling me there and he brushes his nose gently up and down on mine. Not long after he tilts his head to the side, his scent was very prominent and I think he has showered before coming here, after staring at me for what feels like an eternity he neared me more wanting to press his lips onto mine while I'm laying there with wide eyes that soon pour fat tears as I'm seeing his eyes closed, I'm stiff and tense.. So another mood swing where he tries to get whatever he wants, not this time though.

Because before that could happen I will rather get slapped so I push him away.

"Olivia?" he asked calmly, I sniffle wiping my cheek, and he quickly stands up leaving me room to breath frowning deeply with those brown eyes. I must look miserable otherwise he wouldn't have pulled away.

I take the opportunity to run towards the bathroom down the hall barely holding it up before at last throwing up.

Tears were still running as I keep vomiting, and after a few seconds of me emptying my insides I feel someone grab my hair in a fist gently. After another heaving I finish, still sobbing, trying to wipe my eyes while I try to calm my irregular breathing pattern. This has to be the most disgusted I feel with myself, I hate vomiting.