Denying Feelings

6. Nursing Azura

Amadeo

Honestly, I've never know that I can allow someone easily invade my space.

But you were drunk.

Okay, I was drunk. Haven't I always drunk when I make out with the girls? I was stunned when I found Azura was sleeping peacefully beside me as her back faced me.

I was boiling in anger when I found her there as much as how innocent and peaceful she looked, I threw my blanket to the side and carried her roughly with both of my hands.

"What the fuck, Deo?" was what she said when she found me strode off from the bed towards the stairs and I couldn't help but threw her my dagger look.

I asked her how did she end up in my bed and sleeping with me. Don't get me wrong, I love it when she lower her guard in front of me. It makes me feel she doesn't hate me. But even though I was happy that she slept all night beside me, I was angry at her for she had invaded my private space.

But before she could tell me what happened, I remembered what happened at the night I stumbled drunk and she took care of me. I was the one who asked her to sleep with me and for fucksake I slept with no clothes on but she said nothing about it.

"I'm sorry," I blurted as I put her down on the couch then ran back to my bedroom.

After my foolish act for letting her to step her feet in my bedroom, I avoid her until now. I'm still angry. Angry because I'm confused. I never let anyone enter my bedroom, not even Mom!

It might doesn't seem a big deal for all of you, but it is to me. Considering that I'm such a fucking talented musician and I gather all of my masterpiece inside of my bedroom, I can't let anyone steal it from me. Because it happened once.

A good friend of mine from college, he was a good friend and I liked him for being such a good company for me. At least that was what I thought before I knew the real him. He stole all of my best masterpieces and he has the best career as a singer with my music as his debut album.

After that, I never trust someone enough to let them enter my bedroom or my small studio. It's my safe haven, it's my shelter. And fuck it, because I shared it to Azura the girl who hates me to the core.

I know that Azura is currently frustrated at my childish act for avoiding her and I found her throwing death glares at me for some times but my phone always saved me from her tantrums.

Oh no, she's coming.

I swallow hardly when she strides towards me in anger and I feel both of my feet are planted on the floor. As she was about to yell God knows what she wants to yell, my phone vibrates on the counter.

I raise my hand to stop her from yelling and she stares at my phone in disbelief.

"Hello," I say.

"Come meet me, I'm in Venice."

I rip the phone from my ear and see Nicholas Varano is written on the screen.

"I'll be there in 30 minutes. Where are you?"

Azura looks even more furious.

"Your mom's restaurant. Let's have lunch together," and with that he hungs up the phone.

Not wanting to hear what Azura wants to say, I walk away from her while shoving my phone inside of my pocket.

"Where the fuck are you going, Amadeo!?" She shouts.

I shake my head and grab my car keys quickly as I head to the front door.

"I want to talk to you!" she says and she suddenly stands beside me.