Happiness, is where you can live yourself alone and admire it. Its my only option in my life and I'm trying all the best I can to not give up on it. There's so much inspiring things to do, and I wouldn't let a single chance to waste it. I have heart...
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I still have my problems with Brad. I had woken up at bed with the soft sheets above me as an arm was wrapped around my stomach, just resting there. I was thinking its only Kian, siblings can be sweet and protective. I stretched my arms with a yawn and slowly turned to my side. He's laying on his back with his bare back as he stirs a little, with his mop of curls tucking everywhere. Wait. Kian doesn't have A FREAKING CURLY HAIR! I widened my eyes and gazed at the unknown person beside me, studying his whole figure.
"Holy shit, Brad.." I breathed and moved his arm away slowly from my stomach.
"What." He murmurs into the pillow.
"What are you doing here, exactly?" I snapped, and suddenly flicked his arm away unlikely earlier then crossed my arms to my chest.
"Come on, let's make a day. You didn't answer my calls and messages last night. How have you been?" He looked up with a gin as it quickly fades with a serious look.
"I feel like hell! And I clearly can't make a day with you." I stated, at the fact I'm sick and I don't want to see him, for now hut little did I know I'll be searching for him soon.
"Why? Are you sick?" He asks, leaning in and placed his hands to my forehead and to my neck.
"Jesus, Halse! You're burning!" He exclaimed.
"Get away from me." I stood up and went downstairs to find Kian in the kitchen cooking. I made my way up to him as he smiled up at me.
"Why did you let him in? That jerk!" I pointed.
"I'm sorry, I kind of had to. He looks pissed and upset and with that I know he needed you. Plus, I'm only pleased. So don't you dare put this out on me and push him away!" He raised his eyebrows. I pulled out a face and about to say something.
"It's not my problem, its yours and him. Damn, go make up! Your breakfast will be finished soon, continue it lazy bum before it get burnt." He added, giving me the spatula of some patties and potatoes he's been cooking as he headed upstairs with Brad walking opposite him with a shirt on.
"I'm going to play some FIFA. Anyone can join if everything's fine. Oh, hey Brad." He yelled.
"Thanks." I yelled back and continued my way to cooking as Brad took a seat on the kitchen counter ad he watches me.
A few minutes later, I gave him his food as I placed mine aside and decided to watch him. Staring at his perfect features, those same old witty and cheeky ways of his and his humour. How can I stay mad at him?
"Are you going to eat or stare at me to death?" He chuckled.
"I'm not hungry." I replied. His face softened as he sees my expressions turned serious then finishes his breakfast. After that, I put his dirty dishes on the sink and go back to my seat.
"Do we have something to talk about today?" I raised an eyebrow as he fixed himself.
