Chapter Twenty Four: "All You Want To Do Is Talk"
WILLIAM'S LONG BLACK HAIR smelled faintly of coal as his body leaned into me, I raised my eyes looking into his, sparkling gunmetal blue.
His skin even though it was slightly darkened by the dimmed light in my bedroom looked as pale as bleach, it's life seemed to have drained out of it and it was incredibly clear and smooth, he was gorgeous.
I tried to push away those thoughts as he looked like Seth and I just couldn't see myself calling handsome Harry's younger brother.He leaned in closer which made me hold my breath in anticipation and as he sighed I quietly looked at his eyelashes that complimented his dark eyes.
His hands rested on my bed at both sides of my hips and I could feel my mattress plunge in."I know you, Aaliyah, I took time to figure out this version of you but the answers are all the same, they've promised you to give you a better life each time but I don't know if you're the one that just keeps making the same mistakes or it's them that can't do their stupid job, pathetic."
"Who exactly are you talking about?"
I leaned backwards moving further away from William with a confused look plastered all over my face, he noticed it and shooked his head and shrugged his broad shoulders; the corners of his lips began to twitch upwards like he was trying to fake a smile.William moaned for the millionth time and distanced himself from me heading towards the desk, he fiddled with his hair skimming around through the stuff on my desk once again.
"You hardly cry, because you turn all your pain into this!" He abruptly grumbled turning around, he held into his hands one of my books and one of my diaries slipped back onto the desk.
"Then eventually you forget about them. You push them down, just like everything else, they pile up but you can't care less because you're feeling better; because you've left all your pain in this." He waved the book in the air as he watched me.
I didn't know where to look, he knew something I didn't and I was too scared to ask him to tell me more about myself so he kept quiet, ignoring my pleading and scared looks.
"The issue is that I can't trust you, what if one moment you're all this kind guy or whatever you are and then you stab me in the back?" I asked mumbling.
"What exactly makes you think that? You barely know me, you can trust me."
"Let's be honest who else could I possibly gossip your secrets to?" He asked. William laid my book on the desk and walked closer, he stepped towards my bed and sat, his wings caressed my legs through the cloth."How can I trust you if you can't trust me? You don't even want to tell me why you have wings, I know it's a sensitive topic-"
"You don't need to know," he interrupted me turning a cold shoulder to me.
I reached towards him and slightly turned him to face me and cupped his face with both of my hands urging him to look at me.
"Another problem is that we don't know each other and we're arguing like a married couple that has known each other for years."
The corners of his lips curved and I laughed.
"What time is it?" I asked, letting my hands fall from his face and onto my thighs, pulling the cloth closer to me.
"Tired?"
"Yes, very much, if you don't mind I need to get my beauty sleep," I answered to then roll my eyes to then yank the bedsheet which made William slightly stand up. "I also need to lay down Mr I always come to visit Aaliyah at night." He laughed.
Then it was like we read each other's minds:
"Do you want to lay beside me?"
"Would you want me to stay next to you?"After a moment of quiet, we both laughed and I took the covers off the right side of my bed and he laid beside me, I completely laid on my bed turning to my right to face him.
"Now who's gazing at me?" He asked giving me a not surprised look, I didn't reply I just pressed my lips together and kept on gazing.
I peeked at every detail possible on his face: his curls that fell to the side as he faced me with eyes closed as if he had long been asleep, my gaze shifted to his lips then to his slightly blushing cheeks.I wanted to ask him how did he feel after what happened a few hours ago and part of me also wanted to consult him about what the hell happened in the bathroom, what else could he had been hiding from me?
"I'm turning off the lights," I whispered.
"You don't need to tell me."
"You're just jealous of Hemmings," I said with a smirk, then turned to face the ceiling, I quietly looked at the shining of the chandelier. "Minerva, turn off the main bedroom lights."
"Funny." He was definitely jealous.
I chuckled and moved closer to him wrapping my arm around his waist he looked down onto me and I raise my head to face him, I couldn't help but try to read his emotions and I failed.
"Good night Aaliyah," I whispered jokingly.
William furrowed his eyebrows as he rested his left arm around my weak body pulling me slightly closer to him.
"Don't expect me to say his name." He looked away trying to hide a smile.
"You're either jealous or you like Hemmings, imagine your Mafia boyfriend-" I stopped on my tracks realising I had just told him about Luke's possible future position and family's business.
"Like I said: who else am I going to tell? Whether or not you tell me, what difference does it make?" he questioned me in a whispered, the smile on his lips slowly disappeared and a muscle in his jaw twitched. I knew he was tired too but it was obvious he was annoyed by what I had said.
"Sorry I didn't mean to, I hope you don't catch my fever," I whispered anxiously chewing on my bottom lip.
"Just sleep, Aaliyah."
I adored it when William called me by my birth name it was a sensation I had never felt before and if hearing him say my name again would have cost me my humiliation, I would have made a scene any moment but William needed to get some rest.
He had cried for the first time in front of me, I didn't want to embarrass him anymore.
"How come I can't let go of you?"
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