The Brunette

Chapter 40

Chapter 40(Bella's pov): I finish washing the plates from breakfast and I go into the hall where Harry's room was. Harry was out for a quick morning run so I only have a few minutes.

I open the door next to Harry's room, revealing a room that looked like the other two but with different shades of blue. I don't see anyone so I leave.

I go into the next room, revealing a room with dark red colors. The lights are dimmed and I can hear music playing softly from speakers in the ceiling. I recognize one of Ed Sheeran's songs and I feel a little more comfortable. I venture in deeper into the room, closing the door quietly behind me.

The disheveled comforter on the bed shifts slightly and I see a head poke out at the top of the bed. "Bella?" Edward calls in a quiet raspy voice. "Yeah, its me." I answer awkwardly, stopping at the foot of the bed. He instantly moves around so that he's sitting up. "What are you doing here?" He asks, taking out a remote. He presses a button and the room brightens.

"Im not really sure." I admit. There's a moment where none of us really know what to say. I walk a little closer and sit on the edge of the bed with him watching my every move. A minute passes but it seems like an eternity. "Im sorry." He says quietly. I nod, not knowing what to say. "Do you forgive me?" He looks so vulnerable, so weak. His voice is a hoarse whisper. "I guess so, yeah." I give him a small smile and he mirrors my expression.

It was almost exactly like talking to Harry, but there was something different about Edward, something all his own. Maybe it was the way his eyes shone whenever he cocked his head to the side, or the way a loose curl near the back of his head bounced whenever he moved. Harry's hair was always perfectly in place. "You're a really good singer." He says quietly. "You too." I cross my legs, feeling more comfortable talking to him.

"No, Harry's the singer. Im the one with the looks." He grins. I laugh and his eyes light up. "Your laugh is so cute." He was being so sweet. "No, I hate my laugh." I protest weakly. "I love y- I mean it, your laugh." He chuckles nervously. I giggle. Sometimes both Edward and Harry were so awkward.

"You know," He starts after a moment. "You're the first person to tell me that they love me. Even if you thought I was someone else." He says, serious now. I have to think about for a minute. No one's ever said that they love Edward. I feel so bad for him. He did look surprised when I said it. I didn't even mean it. "Im sorry." I whisper. He shakes his head, smiling sadly, "Don't be, its fine. I just wanted to let you know." He replies solemnly.

I sit closer to him and start playing with his hair absentmindedly. He watches me closely, a sad smile playing across his lips. Max trots up to me from the other side of the room. "Hey Max." I stoke his fluffy dark brown fur and he licks my knee. "He really likes you." Edward smiles. "Well I like you too Maxie." I gush, planting a light kiss to the top of his head. He immediately sits at my feet, resting his head on my knee.

"I feel like such a horrible person, doing that to you." He says quietly, referring to him pretending to be Harry. "Don't feel bad, it wasn't anything really." I try to comfort him. He shakes his head, holding my hands. "No, I want to make it up to you." He squeezes my hands gently. "You don't really need to do that, Edward." I assure him. "But I want to. What can I do for you?" He asks, grinning happily.

He seemed so happy to do something for me, I didn't want to disappoint him. I sigh, "Fine, there's one thing you could do." I grudgingly relent. "I'll do anything." He sits up quickly. "I was wondering if you could get a motorcycle."

(Louis's pov): I quickly clean up the cereal from the kitchen floor and go into my room to change into some more decent clothes. I try on countless outfits and I reject them all. Nothing seems right. I have to look good in front of Harry. Then again, I don't want to seem like Im trying too hard.