Behind The Masks Of Blood ;hes;

chapter 4

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[Bella] :       

                                       September sun spotted me on the eyes. I fluttered them open to blink few times and get used to the light that was directed into my eyes. Groaning loudly not realizing that I was not alone in the room. Hoping he still sleeping I turned on my place to see his face from a distance. He was still asleep thankfully.

                                        I gazed him up and down still internally mad at everything happened yesterday. And what anger me the most that he did not bother to apologize even though he did not look as drunk as others.

                                        I can definitely assure you that him sleeping innocently can fool you by thinking he is guiltless and harmless. But honestly he is so devilish. I tore my eyes from the starry-eyed man that is sleeping carefully and ingenuously.

                                        Slowly trying not to wake him up, I walked to the bathroom and shut the door after me. Gathering some water between my hands and pouring them in my face few times before I dry it. I brushed my teeth and made sure the bathroom was all clean and I have no belongings in there except for the basic things.

                                        I ran a hand through my hair to prevent it from falling into my face as I walk out to be met by a shirtless Harry stretching his arms above his head and groaning deeply. I noticed few more tattoos on his arms that I was not able to see them yesterday. What caught my interest the most his flexible biceps that moved by every move he took.

                                        “I hate it when someone stares at me.” He rudely snapped at me not even giving his time to look at me. I inwardly cursed myself at my actions. I was not supposed to observe him or even look at him. He was right by hating it. I would not want someone starring at me while I am naked or shirtless, but he could have said it on a politer way than the way he used.

                                        I shook my head at his attitude and decided on not saying a word. I approached him quickly and stood infront of the mirror, deciding on making my hair before a thought snapped in my mind.

                                        “Harry.” I called for him and he hummed as he bent down to catch his shirt that was lying on the floor. I took my bottom lip inside to wet it before talking. “Since you've made a couple of rules I need to make some rules.” 

                                        His head shot up to my direction with a narrowed eyes before motioning for me to speak up. “No sleeping naked, or shirtless — ” 

                                        “Wha —” 

                                “I did not finish. You can not sleep like that while you have a partner sharing the room with you — ” He cut me off as he smirked absolutely ready to embarrass me for the millionth time in a day.

                                        “Aw Bella, Am I seducing you by sleeping this way ?” He crossed his arms over his chest that is covered with a material of clothes now. I widened my eyes for a second before remembering to not act like he surprised me by his words which is true. I was not surprised but I was embarrassed and speechless.