Fight to Die (Harry Styles)

Ten

Chapter 10

• Julia •

The night begins to dwindle into the early morning hours and finally the guest start to leave the villa. One by one by one. When the last guest leaves, I shut the door and breathe a sigh of relief. I'm so glad that the party is finally over. Felix stands across from me, a small smirk on his face. I must admit: Felix is very fine.

"What?" I ask him in curiosity of him staring at me with that sly look on his face.

Felix shrugs, "I don't know. You're just funny to watch this late at night."

I gasp, "and why is that?"

"You seem kind of...loopy," he laughs.

"I am not loopy!" I half-shout and take a step forward, nearly falling over. Maybe I am a bit loopy.

"Okay, maybe not, but you're at least a little tipsy," Felix laughs again. "I saw you have some of the wine so that is probably what it was."

"I only had two glasses, and besides, it was diluted," I defend myself. He cannot think that I am drunk, even if I am a little bit. Just a little though..

He raises his brow, "and that is where you are wrong. That was pure wine."

I stay silent for a few moments; well this is awkward.

"Oh," I say. "Well, whatever. I should go to bed. I'll see you..tomorrow."

I then begin to walk off towards my bedroom, but he walks along side of me.

"I meant that as goodnight and goodbye; you know that, right?"

"I know," he chirps happily. Maybe he is drunk, too. He sure doesn't walk like it though, so he must not be. He's probably just a night person.

"Then where are you going?" I ask him.

He smirks, "I'm going to help you go to bed."

I stop in the middle of the atrium, "um? No, you're not."

"Why not? Don't you trust me?" he asks and I see a little bit of hurt in his eyes, but I don't care. He is not going to accompany me to my bedroom. Not for a long time.

"No, I don't," I tell him honestly. "I've only met you about six hours ago. I don't trust you yet."

"Yet? So you will trust me?" he confirms.

I nod hesitantly, "eventually; I'm sure. I mean, if I'm going to marry you, I'm probably going to end up trusting you at some point, right?"

"Right," he nods. "I'll just- I'll just go then."

"Goodnight," I smile.

He smiles back at me a strained smile that I can tell is forced. I take it he didn't expect me to be someone he would have to work for.

"Goodnight," he says and turns to walk towards the door. He opens it and then turns back to look at me, "you should probably eat and drink something before you go to bed. You won't want to have a hangover."

And with that he walks out closes the door. What he said to me was kind- about the hangover. He obviously cared about me enough to tell me that. Though I'm not quite to the point of being full on drunk, just slightly buzzed, I decide I owe it to him to do what he says. I don't know why I feel the need to so, but I feel like if I don't, I would just be wasting his time. I realize that makes no sense, but I do it anyway.

Servants line the hallways, cleaning up the messes made from the lavish party and I find myself apologizing for getting in the their way. On the way to the kitchen, I see the gladiators previously on display sitting in around in a room, only the one I spoke to earlier is not there. I wonder where he is. Maybe he already left.