WHEN WAR BEGINS!√

Chapter 32

*I WAS DRUNK LAST NIGHT!!

💄👠Elizabeths P.O.V👠💄

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I seem to drift quite often, but something's different. The sun rays were stinging my eyes, strange is the my I never usually open the window for I didn't like the shooting rays. My body was heavy, almost as if my bones had weighed too much my flesh couldn't hold on. Flickering my eyelashes, I manage to open my eyes up slightly but the sun shoots directly into my eye. I blink again and wipe away the streak. Wait a minute, my window is not on the left side, which side is my bed positioned. I examine the room and in confusion my upper body automatically lifts itself up and I respond. I pull down the heavy covers but lift them up again once I see Leo staring at me gloriously. I open my sheets and I was wearing my tights and the white sports bra. Yesterday?, who, he, we didn't. No, I remember yesterday, I was skating and then, then Justin, and I went into a bar, and I. Running out of oxygen I breath out, my whole body panicks and my headache starts from scratch making me tremble slightly in fear and pain.

"You are, Liz, you are shivering again,"

He makes his way towards the bed. Closing the gap between us he pulls me to his chest and I let out a soft shiver, shocking my body. He pulls me tighter rubbing his nose against my hair and stroking it slowly. He places a kiss on my forehead and I close my eyes in depth. Wait its Monday, I blink in disbelief and look at him, his expression was soft, I didn't even want to panick anymore. The expression on his face sentimentalised me, it made me realise how fragile I was to him. Made me feel how cautious he was about me. For the first time I noticed how gentle he could be, how humble he could be.

"Sorry,"

That wasn't me this time
He mumbles playing with a strand of my curled hair. I wanted to respond. Wanted to tell him what Justin did was not his fault, but I couldn't talk, all the words were knocked out of my mouth. I was confused, how I landed in his bed, what happened to me when that barman offered me a drink. I wanted to ask so much yet I just couldn't, every time I looked into his eyes, I did not want to distract him from his content of cognition.

"Did, did we like?,"

Curious to know I examine his hazel pupils, he was scanning my face, his glistered eye's were so beautiful until he put on his cocky smirk. He blinked and stood up tearing his gaze away from me.

"Leo,"

"I don't take advantage of a girl who is intoxicated, and besides I don't sleep with Virgin's,"

ALRIGHT!!, the last response was not unnecessary.... My subconscious jumps up from it's movie daydream screaming around my mind. I kind of was offended by what he said, maybe I was extremely ashamed.

"Your breakfasts getting cold, those painkillers will help,"

"But I'm not..."

"Just eat,"

Ohk! Least breakfast in bed. The first.

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Looking through the windscreen which wiped out the rain. The road ahead was nearly impossible to see, full of thin fog with condensation rising from the ground. I was in Leo's car. Again. I seem to be in his own world more than I'm in my own. Either I am everywhere or he is always where I am. First time when I was in the same room with Leo, anyone could tell I was uncomfortable under his appraising eye. I seem to get used to it, funny how I thought he could see through my mind. I care nevertheless now, guess he got used to my unusual habits. How slouchily I sit. How much I love food, how I LIKE CRYING!!