CHAPTER 36

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Just a little bit of your heart
Just a little bit of your heart~Ariana
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Stella
He led me to his bedroom despite my protesting, I remained silent taking in the little details splattered across his massive rooms showing his corporeal refinement. Everything placed neatly, vintage bookshelve covering one of the walls of his room and excitement ignited in the pit of my stomach. His room is exactly opposite of what I thought would be, it's the coziest. He's standing beside me playing with the hem of his shirt, while I gaped at his room from every angle. Coldness being merciless to my bladder making my sore legs buckle up, I could smell sickness coming my way.

"Can I use your washroom?" I broke silence with such a stupid question, and he looked to me getting out of his trance.

"You don't have to ask" He sighed sitting on the plush chair, he's soaked and is slipping out of his boots- glancing me bended as I stood outside the door. I nodded closing it behind me, wasn't surprised by washroom's sight excepted it from the interior of house.

My chapped lips parting in surprise at the life-drained reflection of me in the mirror, cheeks flushed, hair retted and blue eyes no more carrying their color. I grasped the marble countertop immediately when a pain stroke hit me like a train in my lower abdomen, now slight shiver run down my body and knees going weak as another stroke hit me, I yelped when the porcelain thing to keep hand wash went crashing to the floor. This day couldn't break me more- I peeked down and I'm bleeding there, I should have remembered. I was too lost

"Stella yeh okay in there?" Harry shouted from outside, I'm making the poor guy worried ever since the evening. I tried to collect the damage but hissed when my cramps not doing me a favour. Sighing I stood up, I'm officially trapped into devastation as I have no supplies, what should I do? Should I go to nearest pharmacy? Urgh I'll faint in before making it there. The door knob jingled vigorously, another bang came to wood when I didn't replied to his fretful concern.

Embarrassed I stood infront of him, closing the door quietly behind me. What should I tell him, when my white washed jeans are besmeared with blood. His confused gaze fell to my nervous hand and his mouth formed into an 'O' when it hit him. I groaned flushed due to how ashamed I'm feeling right now, I know I shouldn't be- it's natural but I've never been in a situation like this.

"I..I don't have supplies" I said aloud to him, to which he chuckled.

"You can't get it from our house too, because the only ladies we have right now are young enough not to get their periods" He chortled marking sarcastically, he's never unsettled for saying things.

"Then can you take me to nearest mart?" I groaned grabbing the sides of my abdomen- I hate cramps.

"Easy there, I can go for you- no need to stress yourself" His eyes widened, shaking his head he assured me- to go get rest, making me sit at his bed and I instantly stood up, they will get stained badly.

"Tell me about details on the phone" He again pushed me to the mattress and again I pushed myself back to my feet and he groaned in irritation, I threw him a playful glance and earned a dimply grin from him.

"I'll be right back, while yeh take a shower" He nodded grabbing his car keys and when he reached for door I stopped him calling his name, and he threw me questioning look- I mouthed him a 'thank you' and he just shook his head, giving a sheepish smile his cheeks burned. Unpacking my suitcase I was bitching about all of my clothes getting soaked, from the rain. I'm one hell of cursed. But still I went back inside, sighing I stripped out of my clothes stepping under the shower head steam creating after the moment I turned on the faucet. Taking the shampoo from behind the shelf- I poured it in my hand smelling it. It smells like Him. His fragrance dancing in the space enveloping me as I lathered my hair and rinsing it properly. Once done with my showering, I wrapped a towel around me drying my hair. Washing my stained panties and the patch on my jeans, my phone beeping from outside thanks to good it's not wrecked too.

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