Romancing The Stone [H.S]

CHAPTER 37

Just like nicotine, rushin' me, touching me~ Camilla Cabello
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I woke up to my side cold to the previous warmth I was flooded in, rubbing my eyes to the creamy light from the curtains. Getting out of bed, I rushed to washroom awakening myself. What ever I do lethargy not going away from the air around me, combing my hair into something except a nest. I couldn't find the heaps of clothes piled up on my suitcase, sighing  closed the door to his rooms behind me. Eyes roaming to the arcade leading more rooms, down. I stood in the last step of stairs, contemplating whether to go to kitchen as I heared instinctive voices of Arthur and his mother chattering and laughing lightly to something. Finally I dragged myself inside, both of their eyes looking up to me- a wide smile taking on his mother's face. Everything felt akward- it felt weird to be at someone's home after so long, dorm rooms making me forget the home auroma.

"Hi! Stella how ye doi'n now?" Arthur asked politely throwing me a glance from his hands folding a fork and knive, my eyebrows knighting- my eyes aimlessly trying to find a wall clock.

"Better than I could, thank you for asking Mr. Arthur" I returned the polite gesture and he nodded. Harry told everyone in his house that I wasn't feeling well and now they all are worrying about some stranger. Great.

"Just call me Arthur, you're not bounded to office right now" I nodded lowering my gaze to marble floor.

"C'mon darli'n eat something" Harry's mother whose name I still don't know, pushed me to one of the stools near the kitchen counter-top. She plated culinary infront of me and I looked at her confused. Oh No! It's past lunch time. She served a meal people twice mine could eat, I shook my head.

"Thank you Mrs. Styles, but I'm not feeling like to eat" I tried not be rude to the caring woman standing infront of me, but not a line appeared on her face and she beamed nodding then walking to cabinets.

"Cereals could do favour, and you can call me Agatha" She asked looking from her shoulder and I eyed Arthur chuckling beside from me shaking his head.

"They probably would, Agatha" I spoke enthusiastically but still being civil with my words, now my mood changing from the drowsy one. She poured the cereals and milk in a bowl sliding it towards me raising her brows.
I took spoonfuls hiding my shy smile as all the milk murged over my lips.

"Stella I heard you got expelled from your dorm building" I choked on to my food, and Harry's mother immediately came by my side throwing a death glare at her son rubbing my back- as I wheezed for breath.

"O God! I didn't meant it in that way, I was just aski'n" He tried to reason his mother standing up to fill a glass with water, but before he could Agatha attached the rim of milk bowl to my lips and with it I felt relief taking a breath. I waved my hand silently assuring her that I'm good now.

"Arthur you need to look at your words" She scolded him and I reassured her giving her a toothy smile. He raised his hands defending himself and I giggled, mum used to scold me exactly like this.

"Yea' but I could tell you the reason" I played with my fingers resting in lap staring, little embarrassed at my situation.

"You don't have to, I just asked to where you'd live now" He shook his head and I opened my mouth to tell him something but he was much faster than me " And for that you could live at our guest rooms" He said finishing his meal and I shook my head, I don't want to burden them. They would think I'm trying to be sympathy seeker.

"Don't protest, any of the places rent will be payed by the office so why not live at our place for sometime. It would be way better if you'll live with us" He reasoned cleaning himself up with a napkin and his mother tried to convince me, placing her hand atop of mine from the countertop.