The Best Friends Diary

▻Chapter 18◅

I hectically shook my head, "No, not at all, I love it." He walked towards me and stopped between my legs. "Say it again," I smiled and looked up at him, his eyes took in every inch of my face, stopping at my eyes again, "You're my Babygirl." His lips curled up into a smile and I laid my hands around his neck and gave him a soft kiss.

I hopped off the stool and followed him upstairs. I disappeared into the bathroom to get ready and caught him writing in his little blue book again. His eyes gleamed as his pen ran over the page.

"Am I still not allowed to see it?" 

His eyes rose from the page, taking my body in and his jaw dropped. "You're not wearing that." I frowned, "Excuse me?" I made a step inside his room and crossed my arms, "What do you mean, I won't wear that? Who are you? My Dad?" Noel shook his head, closed the book and put everything next to him on the bed and got up, approaching me. "If you wear that outfit, I'll pull a fucking trash bag over your head and cut four holes in it to cover you." He turned me towards his mirror, my white crop top showed nothing but my belly button and my skinny jeans weren't too tight either. It wasn't one of those in which you weren't able to wear underwear. It was one comfortable skinny jeans. 

"I can see everything from my point of you." He pointed at my cleavage and I pulled up my crop top, to cover my cleavage. "Better?" I huffed.

"Yeah," he huffed back. I turned around, "Nobody would come near me anyways. Because I'm with you and most of the guys won't be stupid enough to touch or talk to me, when you're right behind me." I ran my hand down his chest and looked at him through my eyelashes again, knowing exactly what effect it had on him. He clenched his teeth together and I smiled satisfied, because I won this discussion.

I turned around, about to leave his room, because he wanted to check on Matt before we left for the party hopping shit, as his big hands tightly and forcefully grabbed my hips, spun me around, lifted me up and harshly put me down on the hard desktop. I gasped when the hardwood hit my behind and I was pressed against the wall, pinned between his arms next to my head and his body in front of me. "I told you to not to look at me like that again." I swallowed loudly, right now reminded me of the night, he boxed me in against the wall in my emergency bed room when he was drunk. My eyes met his and I looked at him in shock. His dominant side was insanely hot and scared me the same time. Not always, but sometimes. 

He seemed to notice my discomfort because he cupped my face with his hands and kissed me. Not rough as I supposed to, he kissed me the sweetest way possible. "I didn't want to scare you. You just drive me madly insane with this gaze." His thumbs stroke my cheeks and I leaned in his hand, closing my eyes. His sudden temper changes drove me madly insane, too. His eyes analysed mine. "You're not scared I would ever physically hurt you, are you?" his voice was filled with mixed emotions, anger, sadness, concern, and I quickly shook my head to give him some relieve from his fear, "No, I know you would never hurt me. At least not on purpose." He nodded and had a gleam in his eyes I couldn't read, before he pulled down my jeans a little and his eyes sunk to my hips. He carefully ran his fingers over my hipbone and I flinched at a piercing pain, looking down, my eyes widened in shock. His grip around my hips was so tight, that it left bruises on my right hip bone. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that." 

I slowly raised my eyes to meet his again and just looked at him. He knew that he marked me liked that. He knew his grip was too tight. But he felt bad for it. He blamed himself for hurting me, but I didn't blame him, I knew it wasn't on purpose, it was him, showing me that he wore the pants in our relationship and that it was meant in a playful way. "It's okay. I'm fine," I drove my hand over his cheek and lifted his chin up to meet my eyes, "Noel, I'm fine, it's okay," I repeated softly and he nodded. "It won't ha-"