𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧||𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

"Obviously." I smiled as the movie started, leaning back against the couch.

꧁꧂

It was now the middle of the night  and here I am lying on the bed because once again I can't sleep. Nothing seems to help so I decide on watching TikToks on my phone to pass time. As I scrolled through my for you page, I heard faint grunting coming from outside my room then a door slam shut. Curiosity got the best of me so I got off my bed and walked towards my bedroom door.

Opening the door, the grunting became less faint as the sounds were coming from Xavier's room. His bedroom light was on and from the corner of my eye I could see blood stains on the floor.

The fuck?

Hesitantly, I knocked on his door as I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat.

"Fuck off." He spoke from the other side of the door, his voice hoarse and deep.

"I'm coming in whether you like it or not." I mean I could just leave him there to bleed out but something in me was telling me to open the door. Not that I care or anything. Maybe. Yes. No. Shut up.

When I opened the door I saw Xavier sitting on the edge of his bed fiddling with a first aid kit, one of his hands was placed on his rib, covered in blood. His white blood stained dress shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his tattoos and defined muscled. His bedroom was plain. No pictures.No plants. No decor. Nothing. Just black. Shocker.

"What the fuck?" I breathed out, my eyes widening at the sight of his hand covered in blood.

"I don't need your fucking help. You can leave." He grumbled, taking out a bandage from the first aid kit. He slightly grimaced as he adjusted himself on the bed.

I walked over to him, closing the door behind me. "Give it." I gestured towards the bandage in his hand, keeping my voice quiet. He looked at me with his eyebrows raised slightly as he hesitated for a moment before handing me the bandage. I sat with my legs crossed on the bed, opposite him as he sat against the headboard.

"How did this happen?" I asked, applying alcohol to some cotton wool.

"It's nothing." He sighed, closing his eyes as he rested his head against the headboard. I moved his hand out the way revealing the gash that travelled across his right rib. Yeah, nothing my ass.

"Cazzo." He inhaled a sharp breath as I applied the alcohol onto his wound.

(fuck)

"Sorry." I mumbled quietly, cleaning his wound. Not really-

He sighed opening his eyes, tilting his head down to watch my hands. I threw the wool away after cleaning his wound up and grabbed the bandage roll from the first aid kit. My fingers grazed the cold skin of his abdomen slightly as I wrapped the bandage around his wound.

"Go shower." I sighed, putting the stuff away.

Xavier winced as he moved himself off the headboard. I got up from the bed and held out my hand to help him up to which he raised his eyebrow at. I mimicked his action so with a huff he reluctantly took my hand.

The contact  of his cold hand sent shivers up my spine. I knew he felt it too by the way he was looking at me, his dark blue eyes staring deeply into mine.

"You're freezing." I practically whispered.

"You're warm." He mumbled, his tone different to his usual grumpiness. It sounded more gentler than usual.

"Come downstairs after you've finished." I let go of his hand.

I'm starving.

He nodded his head before walking towards his bathroom, taking the rest of his shirt off revealing his defined back muscles before it disappeared after he shut the door behind him.

I sighed before walking out his room and quietly walking down the dark hallway. After arriving in the kitchen, I decided on making my world famous pasta. The last time I cooked was with my mom on Christmas so over a year ago. We made it a tradition to always cook Christmas dinner rather than having the chefs do it.

Whilst I was plating my food, I could hear heavy footsteps enter the kitchen along with the faint smell of body wash. He walked over to where I was standing over the pot. He was wearing a black Nike jacket with his hood on, his black wet hair hung messily above his forehead. His zipper was undone revealing his chain and a white Nike t-shirt.

"Pasta at 2 am?" Xavier rubbed his eyes as he looked at me, the slight amusement in his voice evident with a hint of exhaustion.

"Yeah, want some?" He looked at me hesitantly, "I promise I didn't poison it." I mumbled before putting another forkful into my mouth.

He stared at me unamused as he opened his hand out for me to put the fork in his palm. He took a forkful of pasta from the pot that sat on the stove and took a bite.

"Taste like shit." He said chewing slowly, giving me a blank expression.

"Really? Is that why you're taking another bite?" I took another bite, looking at him under my lashes.

"Shut up." He mumbled, sitting on the counter with a slight grimace as he chewed his food.

Xavier was a picky eater according to Valentina so seeing him eat more of my food without spitting it out,  I couldn't help the small smile that plastered itself onto my face as I watched him.

He then leaned his head back against the kitchen wall, making his eyes look hooded as he stared down at me.

"What?" I mumbled, putting my plate in the sink.

"Nothing." He shook his head, taking out a cigarette pack from his pocket. He cupped his hands over the joint, lighting it.

"Stop smoking those you idiot," I gestured towards the cigarette that hung loosely on his pink lips. "they smell." I grimaced, pinching my nose together.

He raised his eyebrow as if to say 'see if I care' before he tilted his head upwards, away from my direction, blowing the smoke out.

"I'm taking you somewhere later." He took the cigarette out of his mouth and let it hung loosely between his fingers.

"Oh? Where?" I tilted my head slightly.

"You'll see tesoro." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

(darling)

"And what does that mean?" I furrowed my brows, squinting my eyes slightly.

"That's for me to know and you to find out." The corner of his mouth lifted slightly for a brief moment before it was replaced with his signature poker face. Fucking asshole. He could be calling me a dickhead for all I know.

I huffed as he got off the counter, walking towards the sink. He put out his cigarette before walking towards the door.

He stopped in his tracks, turning towards me. "Uh thanks for earlier." He mumbled quietly before turning back round and walking out without giving me a chance to respond.

Did he actually just thank me?