Unpredictable

chapter 95

Alex P.O.V

Goodness gracious, he's so dumb sometimes. I had to scold him multiple times in the middle of the night to stop trying to take his jeans off, but he kept complaining about how uncomfortable they are whenever he's sleeping. He said he'd keep his shirt on, so he took his jeans, laying in white boxer briefs and a white t-shirt, he took his flannel off and sat it at the back of my desk chair. On the way to the desk, he tripped on my shoes in the floor and groaned in pain, but acted like it was nothing. I have yet to see what his chest looks like, but he's still asleep, so now that the electricity is back on I think about turning on the lamp that thought lasts two seconds because the lamp is behind Niall. I don't want my chest in his face.

I try to use the minimal amount of sunlight that shines through the closed curtains. He's facing me, lightly breathing. God, he looks exhausted. I slowly raise up the end of his shirt and I see his purple and blue stomach, I inch it up a little higher and he stirs in his sleep, exhaling deeply and snoring quitely again.

His chest is even worse, I didn't realize I was hitting him that hard. His right top and bottom lips are busted and he has a black eye that he tried to cover up..with my makeup.

His cheek is red with my handprint on it. I do feel bad, but that doesn't give me a free pass to blame myself for him hitting me. One of his eyes are way more swollen than the other and I never realized that because the lights were out all last night.

I look at the deep red side of his lips and compare them to the other pink side, out of nowhere I have the urge to kiss him.

"As much as you deserved this, I'm sorry." I whisper, mainly to myself since he's asleep. My eyes squeeze shut whenever I plant a kiss on his chapped lips, but he winces and wakes up.

"I-I'm sorry. I just felt bad for um- well I see how you look now..and your mouth," I bite the inside of my cheek while I wait on a reply. I'm supposed to be pissed off at him.

"No, no, you're fine,- I'm fine as well, but no don't worry about it." He gets up and goes to brush his teeth.

I sit up in my bed sliding on my slippers and walk to the bathroom.

"Unlock the door, I need to wash my face." I rasp and knock on the door.

"I'm about to use the toilet," He says. I need to wash my freaking face. If he's super tired he drools in his sleep and I moved my face near his, now drool is on my cheek.

"So? You always barge in on me. C'mon," The handle twists and I keep my eye contact away from him while I run warm water for my face towelette. I hear him urinating while I'm washing my face, I drop my head and laugh a little.

"I told you to wait," He chuckles. I brush my teeth at the same time as he washes his hands. I see him lace up his shoes and I try to look at him with a confused expression, but he's not looking back.

"You're leaving?" I ask curiously and brush my hair.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go see if the dude from the carpet cleaner came." He refers to me vomiting in his closet.

"Why?" He asks.

"I was just wondering, that's all." I lie. As pissed as I am at him for hitting me, we have to forgive each other. He forgave me, so it'd only be right if I did the same. I'm just on edge a little around him, but nothing serious. I climb out of bed quickly and catch him right before he opened the front door.

"I can cover up your um, your bruises for you."

I offer, just trying to get him to stay longer.