Falling For My Exchange Brother | BOOK 1,2,3

13. Truth Be Told

"William are you feeling well?" Arthur asked me quietly, my hand shading my eyes. Not wanting the sun to shine in my eyes right now.

"Do I look well. I feel sick as fuck." I snap angrily, and I point at the blinds. "Can you please close the blinds for me. My eyes are on fire."

Arthur stood in front of the blinds, but he didn't close them. I just stare up at him as he looked at me with concern.

"We were supposed to go to the surrogacy place... I canceled the appointment though." He told me, and he sat beside me. "I hate seeing you this way."

"Me too. I am never sick you know? This is ass." I spat and look at the door to see if the twins would be there. "Are the girls still asleep?"

Arthur shook his head no, but he grinned the grin I love at me. He extended his hand for mine and I set my hand in his. When he started to massage my arm I sighed in relaxation, still feeling a little nauseous.

"No, but they know you aren't feeling well. They feel bad for you because you're never sick. I am just worried mon amour." (my love) He murmured to me.

"I wouldn't worry. I'm probably fine." I smile, and as I sit up more in the bed I flinch. Now I felt like barfing even though there was no food in my stomach.

I get up quickly, running to the bathroom in a rush. When I get there I threw up in the toilet that was already open. My eyes closing tightly because I hate watching myself throw up.

I never throw up so this is ridiculous!

I am William Moretti! Not a fucking barfing machine.

"William I think you should go to the hospital." Arthur advised me, and I look at him quickly. My eyes narrowing at him as he stepped back.

"I hate the hospital. Why would I go to the hospital?" I say quickly, and Arthur frowns.

"Because you are throwing up mon amour. It's the best option since we both are at a loss. When did this start?" He questioned me and I gripped the toilet now. I glare at him as I suddenly felt this wave of anger slap me in the face.

"Don't pretend like you care. You just want me to sit in the hospital and die." I sneer suddenly, and he frowns.

"Where is this coming from mon amour?" He asked me worriedly.

I look away from him, a shy chuckle coming from my lips.

"I'm not sure. This is bringing me back to when I was a teenager - and was a bitch-."

"Don't call yourself that." Arthur interrupted angrily, and I felt nauseous again. "You need to go to the hospital - this is serious."

I stand up fast, flushing the toilet.

"Get off my ass, please and thank you. I am fine. I don't need to go to the hospital." I grab my toothbrush and decide to brush my teeth. "You can trust me Arthur. I am fine."

Smiling brightly, he didn't look satisfied.

Made me wonder if something really was wrong. I rather go handle the surrogacy situation than feel nauseous like a pregnant woman. Clearing my throat for myself, the thought didn't sit well with me.

Chuckling awkwardly, I look at Arthur. Who was still looking at me with an unsatisfied expression. Made sense - and my emotions are all over the place! I wasn't feeling bad for him before.

"I am going to go somewhere really fast." I say suddenly, and I brush my teeth fast. Once I do I rush out of the bathroom and grab a random hoodie. Once I put on some random shoes I rush out.