Chapter 58: Chapter 58

LVIII

Somehow, this feels more like home than my actual house, and I know it's because of him. Taking a deep breath, I take the few steps up his stairway and prepare myself for seeing him again.

Is he even sad about what happened? What if he's completely okay and he'll laugh at me for being in the state I am? Maybe he even has a lady friend over, already over me.

I know that's not the case when I step inside the house, though. Usually clean house now has pieces of glass covering the floor, remains of what used to be glasses. I gasp at the sight and carefully make my way inside the house. In the kitchen there is a hole in his cupboard and an empty whiskey bottle on the floor and I think I might be sick.

What the hell was he doing yesterday?

"Axel!" I call out for him and I hear soft sobbing coming from the living room. I basically sprint towards the sound, only to find him laying on the floor, next to a puddle of vomit, his shirt completely sweaty, his kuckles bloody. He doesn't even remotely look like the strong, scary Axel I know.

He's sleeping, but he's crying, his body shaking from the emotion, and my heart breaks once again for the boy in front of me and I know that he absolutely wasn't okay like I thought he was. "Oh, Axel, what have you done with yourself?" I whisper to myself as I kneel down next to his shaking figure. I put my hands on his side, shaking him, trying to wake him up. "Come on, Axel, wake up."

He slowly opens his eyes, and squnts them, looking at me. "Sophie?" he slurrs, his voice deep, rusky from all the alcohol.

"Yes, it's me. We need to clean you up, come." I tell him and he shakes his head.

"No. Too tired."

"Come on, Axel, I'm not letting you stay here in the puddle of vomit." I try to convince him and his face scrunches up. "I'm laying in vomit?" he slurrs and I nod.

Well, technically, he's laying next to it, but I know he'll be much easier to move if he thinks he's laying in it. He's silent for a few moments, probably thinking over his options. "Ew." he finally says, the disgusted look still on his face. I chuckle at him and try to pull him up again, this time he actually obliges and stands up, leaning on me.

"You need to clean up." I tell him and he nods.

"Will you wash me?" he asks, and I can't help but laugh.

"Always the charmer." I tell him and he shrugs.

"For who, if not for my girlfriend. I don't have the heart to remind him that I'm not his girlfriend, so I stay silent, slowly leading him upstairs to his bathroom. We make it, with difficulty, but we do and I sit him down on the toilet, turning to grab a towel and wet it, so I could clean his knuckles, but when I turn back around, his shirt is gone, and he's unbuttoning his pants.

"Woah! What are you doing?" I ask, my hand in the air.

He gives me a weird look. "Getting undressed? You said I need to get cleaned up."

"Yeah, but not like, naked."

He scrunches his eyebrows. "How am I gonna shower if I'm not gonna be naked?" he asks and I purse my lips.

"I meant to like, clean you up with a towel, while you have your pants on and all." I explain and he shrugs and pulls off his pants. "Well, too late for that. I already took off my pants."

I roll my eyes. "You're such an-"

And his boxers are off. I quickly turn around, and cover my face with my hands to hear him laughing at me and starting the water in the bath.

"I'm just gonna leave now!" I shout over the sound of water and head towards the door, but he grabs my arm.

"What, no! You promised you'd wash me!" he argues.

"Well I didn't plan on you being naked!" I explain.

"What's the deal anyway? It's not like you haven't seen my dick before. You had it in your fucking mouth!"

"Yeah, but like, that's different." I tell him and he turns me around.

I keep my eyes shut, hoping that he ground swallows me up and saves me this embarrassment.

"How was that different? It's the same dick." he says and I almost groan inwardly.

"Yes, but I was, you know, in the mood." I try to explain, my cheeks burning.

He's silent for a moment. "Oh, I get it. You want me to make you horny. I got you, baby."

This time, I groan out loud. "No, I don't want that!"

Don't I?

"I was just explaining!"I tell him and he brings his hands around me, and squeezes my bottom.

"Mhm, of course you were." he whispers against my ear, my eyes still closed. "I know you want me, baby. I'm quite irresistible."

I shake my head and laugh at him, taking a step away.

"Just stop, Axel and get in the goddamned bath." I tell him, planning on getting out as soon as he steps in that bath.

"Okay, but only if you'll wash me." he bargains and I sigh, all my plans going down the drain.

"Fine, but you're covering Axel Junior up."

"But baby, Axel Junior wants to see you."

"Well, he won't be seeing me and if you won't cover him up, you won't be seeing me, either." I argue, my voice not to be argued with and he sighs.

"Okay." he says and I hear him going in the bathtub. "Here. I'm decent."

"Are you sure? All covered up?" I ask.

"Yep, just like you wanted." he tells me and I breathe out, hoping that he's not lying. I open my eyes and Axel's in the bathtub, his arms resting on the edge, looking as royal as everwearing boxers.

"Happy?" he asks and I nod.

"Yep." I reply with a grin and come closer, pulling the little stool he has and sit on it.

"I'm glad, I'd do anything to make Miss Watson happy, even cover up my beautiful cock."

I'd argue, but he's kind of right.

He hands me a loofa and I take it from him and throw it at his head, standing up to get the towel I had in my hands before.

He's scrowling at me when I look at him. "That hurt."

I just shake my head and reach out with my arm. "Give me your hand."

"Yes, miss." he says and lays his hand into mine.

I'm loving this playful Axel he's being right now, it's hard to remember why I was mad at him in the first place. I carefully inspect his knuckles, all ripped and hurt, before starting to clean them with the warm towel.

He doesn't even make a sound, just watches me.

"What were you doing last night?" I ask him and he sighs.

"Oh, you know. The usual. I got drunk like hell, took my anger out on the glasses and plates, punched the wall, and then blacked out in my vomit. Nothing special." he says, trying to humour it, but I can see the sadness in his eyes.

"It's not funny, Axel." I tell him and he scrowls.

"You know what's not funny? Thinking that I destroyed whatever the fuck we had. Seeing you all hugged up with Theo and then watching you get in his fucking car. That's what's not fucking funny."

"He was comforting me after I saw you with Gina and after you told me all that stuff." I tell him and let go of his hand, the wound cleaned up.

"Well he didn't need to stand so close to you. What the fuck was he even filling you up with?"

"You have no right to be pissed at him." I tell him.

"Well I am fucking pissed at him! He's trying to take what's mine!"

"I'm not yours!" I shout, angry now. "And after all that you said last night, I'm not sure that I'll ever be!"

His scowl disappears, no more anger visible, just sadness, the sadness that could kill. "Don't say that." he whispers.

"Well what am I supposed to say? You never even apologized." I tell him, my voice much softer now.

"I'm sorry." he quckily says and I sigh, looking away from his green eyes. "I'm sorry, Sophie. I was hurt when I watched you with Theo and I wanted to see you hurt as well." he explains.

"You succeeded." I tell him and he gulps, taking my hand in his. He's silent for a long time.

"I'm sorry. I love you." he finally says.

"I love you, too, but it just really sucks when you're like that, you know." I tell him.

"I know." he tell me while playing with my fingers.

"Give me the other hand." I order him and he sticks it out to me so I begin to clean this one again.

"Where did Theo take you yesterday?" he finally asks, the question I've been waiting for him to say. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I'm too scared of his reaction.

He frowns. "Where did he take you, Sophie?"

"Tohishouse." I whisper, as quietly as I can.

"What?" he asks and I sigh, giving in.

"To his house."

I look anywhere but his face, but I can feel his hand squeezing mine much harder than before.

"And what did you do at his house?" his voice is deadly, unrecognizeable, like he will lose it any second now.

"I slept." I whisper and he rips his hand from mine.

"You slept at Theo's?" he shouts, his hands squeezing my harder by the second.

"Yes." I whisper..

"Where?! In his bed?!" his vein is prominent on his forehead, he's almost resembling a monster.

"No! I slept on the couch! I'm not a whore!" I defend myself.

"Well you sure act like it!" he shouts and I rip my hand from his, standing up from the stool and go to exit his bathroom. »You know, Axel, that's rich of you, considering I found you cuddling with your fucking ex yesterday!« I shout on my way out.

"Where the fuck are you going?! This conversation isn't over yet!" he shouts and I can hear him coming after me.

I quicken up my pace, but I don't manage to escape him. Before I even realize it, I'm thrown over his shoulder and being carried downstairs.

"Hey! Put me down!" I shout and slap his bum which is directly in front of my face.

"No fucking way. Not until you let me explain, finally." with that, he throws me on his couch and picks up the phone, calling someone. »I need you to come here.« is all he says when the other person picks up and I'm dying to know who it is. »I don't care. Be here in ten minutes or you won't like what happens, got it?« he finishes and throws the phone on the couch, looking at me. »My explanation will be here in ten minutes. Now it's your turn. Speak." he orders, his arms crossed over his chest.

I sigh and begin. "I'm sorry I went with him, but I had nowhere else to go." I tell him.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Well, obviously I didn't want to go to your place considering everything, and I couldn't go to my parents."

"And why didn't you go to Amber or Liam?" he demands and I shrug.

"I didn't want to go to Amber because I don't like your uncle, and I didn't want you barging in at Liam's again. And also, they just left me there, and I was a bit sad-"

"Wait, what do you mean they just left you there?" he asks, a frown on his handsome face.

I shrug. "One moment they were there, and the next they were nowhere to be seen." I explain and he huffs out, picking up his phone again.

»What are you doing?« I ask and he glances at me.

»Calling Amber. She has some fucking explaining to do." he answers. This won't be good.