Axel

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   I S A B E L L A

I wake up with an earth shattering headache, messy hair and drenched in sweat, however thats quickly forgotten when a scent i know too well indulges me like a warm hug and my surroundings seem to be so bittersweet it hurts to look.

If my eyes aren't deceiving me, i'm laying in a king sized bed, the room is clean, the sheets are washed and are so soft it makes me curl my toes into them.

God, it smells so much of him i even bring the sheets up to my nose.

But the room is too clean to be his, to different from where we once slept together and i come to the realisation i'm sleeping in the guest bedroom.

For which i'm thankful, if i had waken up next to him i might have done something stupid and embarrassed myself.

I sit back up, scan my surroundings and find my belongings on a chair across the room.

My shoes are placed side by side underneath the chair, my dress is folded neatly and on it lies my phone.

I look down at myself, and i'm in nothing but his t-shirt and boxers.

I wipe the smile off my face before i can acknowledge it, refusing to allow myself to get tangled into him again and instead pick up my phone.

Only to be met with a black screen and a low battery icon.

I don't find it in me to stay here, my brain is filled with alarms that call to leave now and instead i'm stuck here with a dead phone far out from the city.

I don't feel comfortable with anything, not with waking up here, not with asking him to take me home, not even with having a shower here.

It makes my skin crawl that out of all people it is him that i feel most comfortable with and yet i'm forced to not be.

I pace the room for a while, afraid to face him after everything. It felt much easier to see him when i was under the influence, why does my throat go dry and my body shrink into itself when it comes to doing it fully sober?

I grab my phone, swing the door open and quickly make my way down the steps before i can put any more thought into it.

The quicker i get my phone charged, the quicker i can leave and avoid confrontation.

With trembling hands, i stop at the end of the stairs and peek my head round the corner in search of him - my phone clenched so hard in my hand i swear i hear a crack.

"He's not home."

I scream.

Noah stands tall behind me, a singular eyebrow lifted in curiosity followed by a grin when his eyes scan me.

I clear my throat, lost for words as i make it down the last steps and stand in front of him.

He's dressed in a plain black t-shirt, paired with black cargo pants, i look down to where he holds a plate of food in one hand and a cup in the other.

He follows at what my eyes are looking and extends his arms towards me, practically shoving the plates into my chest.

"I was just bringing this up for you. Hungry?"