His Bella

TWENTY-TWO

The sunlight seeping in through the window landed on my face, disrupting my sleep. I groaned.

"Not now!", I whined in a tired tone.

I heard a light chuckle, "you're beautiful when you sleep"

My eyes flickered open, shifting my gaze from the ceiling to where he sat on a small chair, next to the window. The light from the sun enveloped his frame and I had to squint to get a good look at his angelic face. He grinned.

"Good morning", he said.

When did I sleep?", I asked.

"Around 1am", he answered.

"Oh", I muttered, "you've been watching me?"

"I'm not a creep Bella", he said in a gruff tone, "I don't get to sleep a lot. I've been awake since five am"

I sat up, rubbing my eyes slowly. "Why don't you sleep a lot?"

"Work"

I nodded. I guess I could understand that.

He stood from the chair and moved closer to the bed, sitting close to me. I could see his face clearly now- his eyes, a deep shade of brown. He was dressed in black sweatpants and a matching black shirt. I wondered if that was what he usually slept in.

The last thing I remembered from the night before was eating pizza with Wade while we watched sitcoms. According to Wade, since he took over the raiders after his father's death, watching the television and using the internet weren't leisure's he enjoyed anymore. He watched the news occasionally to know what the public was aware of. Besides that, he didn't know much- not even who the avengers were.

I thought it was really sad.

"Are you feeling okay?", he asked softly.

I nodded. It was a good thing that I slept off with Wade there. I couldn't imagine how I would have felt being alone in my room at night. All the thoughts about Noah would suddenly come back to me and I would start to cry. I tried my best to distract myself from it.

"Did you carry me in here last night?", I asked, looking around the room.

He had a smug look on his face, "yes", he said, "you're really light"

I frowned, "no I'm not"

He scoffed, "you don't eat actual food. That's why you're so light"

I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, get out of my room now because I have to shower"

He chuckled and I stood from the bed. He followed.

"Okay then", he walked out of the room.

I smiled to myself as I walked into the bathroom.

As drops of water hit my back, I sighed deeply. My toes settled on the tiled floor and I ran my fingers through my hair, letting it fall back so the lukewarm water could wash down my face. Showers are therapeutic and mine took longer than was necessary because I was thinking about Noah. I felt like I needed to at least call him and apologize or try to remain friends but I didn't see how that was going to work. Last night, while watching the movie, I replayed the entire conversation in my head and this time, I couldn't think of anything I could have said that would have made sense to both him and I.

After the shower, I put on a pair of jeans and a red shirt before combing my hair. It was growing longer than it usually did so I packed it up into a ponytail. I stared at my face in the mirror briefly before standing to walk out of the room.

I paused outside the guest room, "Wade?", I called.

"Yes Princes?", he called back in a sing song voice.