50). Can't Feel My Face

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#ICantFeelMyFaceWhenIListenToAbel

*All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love.*

Abel's P.O.V

Mr. Makkonen told me to be at his house by eight in the morning.

That is way too early for my liking, I mean we're only going to be cleaning up and moving stuff into boxes, but he does have a big house so this might take a while.

I knock on his door and run my hands over my face.

I should've went to sleep instead of snorting.

A moment later the door opens to reveal this little girl with her hair in a really tight bun.

It looks like it hurts.

"Who are you?" She asks with an attitude.

"Abel, you?"

"Bella. Bella hadid. What do you want?"

"Why are you so rude?"

"Why are you so creepy?" She asks crossing her arms over her chest.

Wow, attitude much?

"Is, your dad here?"

"You, mean James?"

"Uh, yeah sure why not."

"He's, in the kitchen why?"

"Bella, who is it?" I hear Mr. Makkonen yell from inside.

"Its, some dude who's asking for you."

"I have a name you know."

"Ooo, good for you " she rolls her eyes and leaves as Mr. Makkonen comes over.

"Hey, you're here early good. Did you eat breakfast?"

I shake my head No.

I woke up too early to eat anything.

Especially breakfast, which I'm not really a Big fan of.

"You, need to eat something. Don't want you passing out on my watch."

I roll my eyes, as he starts to take out some food.

"You like Grits, hash browns and bacon?"

"Yeah,"

"Good. While I cook can you go and get Bella tell her that her food is ready. Go down that hallway," he points. "Up the stairs and second door to the right is hers."

Ugh, that sounds complicated.

I nod and try to do what he says.

Everything was good until I got upstairs.

I don't remember if he said left or right.

I shrug and turn around in a full circle and just go to whichever side.

Which was the right. I go to the second door and get ready to knock, but stop myself when I hear music playing.

'Got the walls kicking like they six months pregnant. Drinking alize with our cereal for breakfast. Girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to seven.'

What the hell.

I open the door to reveal Bella laying on her bed, writing in a book.

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