Heir of His Heart

Chapter 12

Arion was now flat on his back and George was on top of him punching him over and over until Arion flipped them over and they were now wrestling. Nyla had gotten worried and started to tear up from what was happening. Arion finally landed a blow on George after receiving constant hits.. Fred emerged from the crowd and pulled George off as Arion stood to his feet and fixed his hair with a busted lip and bruises all over. George grabbed Nylas hand as they walked away because he didn't want her here for another second.

"George what the hell were you thinking?" Fred said as they got dragged into their bedroom .

"What do you think mum's gonna say?" he asked. George didn't answer and just sat down, still clearly angry.

"What even made you so angry?"  Fred asked again imaptently.

"Nothing, I just let my temper get the best of me."Geaorge said, trying to end the conversation. Nyla had no idea what to do as they argued. Fred just went back to the common room to cool off and George wiped a scratch under his eye that was dripping blood and his lip had a small cut on it, a bruise was forming on his head and his knuckles were slightly cut.

Nyla walked over to him and with no control she put her hand softly on his cheek she had only realized what happened when George put his hand over hers and leaned  his face into her hand. He then pulled her closer by her waist and had her stand in between his legs, he moved his head onto her stomach and put his arms around her. She stood there blushing a crazy shade of red but placed her hand on his hair and brushed through it softly.

"George you know that wasn't very smart of you" she said trying to climb out of the silence. He sighed but stayed quiet for a while. Until he finally spoke "I know I'm sorry" she was confused about what he was apologizing for her as he did nothing to her personally.

"For what?" she asked, he sat up straight, his arms still wrapped around her making Nyla have to inch forward a little bit.

"I didn't want you she that, I know you don't like violence" Nyla smiled at the thought he remembered such a small fact.

"It's okay, I should get a napkin for your cuts," Nyla said, looking at his bruised up face but George just held her tight.

"No, stay" he said quietly "but Geor-" she started but was cut off by Geaorge. He leaned his chin on her stomach and said "Just for a little while?" she gave in, and giving him a small smile she whispered "Okay".  He rested his head back on her stomach and she continued to play with his hair. It was quiet except for their breathing, after a while of calming him down she could tell he was getting sleepy.

"George shouldn't you change into your pajamas?" she asked, waiting for a response. He stayed quiet and just took his shoes off Nyla did the same because her feet were hurting from standing for so long. After a little while longer they moved into a more comfortable position.George had fallen onto his back on the bed and took Nyla with him. She was now laying on top of him . He then rolled over to his side with Nylas face snuggled up into his chest. He put his hand on her lower back rubbing it softly.

While she played with the rim of his shirt not knowing what to do. Should she wait for him to sleep then leave or should she stay here with him all night?. Nyla assumed it had been twenty minutes and she could hear George had fallen asleep. She had decided she didn't want to leave, for this position with him was heavenly to her. Eventually she fell asleep as well.

It's very short but yee :) have a nice day, afternoon, or night mwahh