Once again, I stood in front of the doors to Hayden’s room as I hesitated to go in. After eating dinner, I had taken a shower to calm myself. When I was ready, I left Little Hayden with a maid and came over to Hayden’s wing of the mansion. I thought that I was ready when I left my living room; however, as I got closer to Hayden’s room, my confidence started to fade.
He’s so unpredictable and it became even worse when he’s emotionally unstable like he is now. I leaned on the wall in the hallway as lifted my face towards the ceiling and rolled eyes upwards. What am I going to get myself into when I enter that room?
"How long are you planning to stand there in front of my door?"
Hayden’s voice cut through the silence in the hallway. I was sure that he sounded slightly annoyed and displeased and that it wasn’t just me imagining things. I turned to face him with a smile.
"Sorry. I was about to go in," I replied with a small smile.
Hayden opened the door wide open for me and stood to the side, signaling that I should go in. I nodded a little at him before walking past him and through the doorway. I’ve been to his room many times now, but it still made me feel a little nervous when he was around. Hayden’s room was clean as always and that was probably thanks to Auntie and her genius maids.
Hayden was dressed ready for bed and his hair seemed a little damp from the shower. I could smell the fragrance of his regular soap when he came closer to me. His eyes held mine as he looked down into my upturned face. I wondered what he was thinking as I started to feel even more nervous in his presence.
"Why are you...looking at me like that?" I asked before shrinking away from him.
Hayden’s hand reached out and touched the side of my neck as I tried to look away from him. My eyes widened as his face came even closer to mine. The warmth of his hand against the sensitive skin of my neck made me feel even more anxious and I wasn’t sure why that was so. He stared down at me, and his clear blue eyes seemed darker than usual.
He’s so close, I could see his long blond eyelashes so clearly. His eyes are so pretty. If only it was easy to look him in the eyes...
"Come entertain me for a bit..." Hayden said invitingly.
His hand left my neck before his arm slipped around my waist. Softly, he pushed me forward, urging me to follow him. He led me to the long sofa before we sat down next to each other. I had no idea what Hayden had in mind but if I could make him feel less depressed then that would be good for both of us. I had learnt that I would also suffer in some way if Hayden wasn’t in a pleasant mood.
"How did you two get together?" Hayden asked.
I felt like I was being interviewed or interrogated.
"We were in the same club. The art club..." I replied in short.
"Ethan was in the art club? That’s funny..." Hayden said flatly. I wasn’t sure if he really thought that it was funny.
Not wanting to go into any more details, I just nodded my head slightly to indicate my response. Hayden also nodded his head in understanding before he went on to ask me another question.
"What did you like about him?" Hayden asked as he gazed into my face with interest.
Why is he asking me these things? What does Hayden want?
"I don’t know..." I mumbled, quite honestly.
Back then, I really liked and loved Ethan, but it was quite hard to put into words on why that was so.
"You don’t know?" Hayden said as he arched a brow at me in disbelief.
I did know but I wasn’t comfortable voicing it. Why did it matter? Ethan and I are no longer together.
"He was nice to me. He helped me out...and took care of me well," I replied honestly.
--To be continued...