SHE IS ART. {Bella Hadid/You}

Chapter 27.

Bella Pov:
I wake up to see y/n tossing and turning around on the other side of the bed, it seemed as though she was having a bad dream, as to what about i am still unsure

Bella: 'Hey, Hey Y/n baby' I pull her into me and she seems to instantly relax, her eyes open and she looks at me the most innocent she ever has

'What were you dreaming about?' I ask. She hums and moves her hand onto my stomach, then lower, almost trying to change the subject and seduce me into not asking anymore questions

'Y/n no, tell me what the fuck you were dreaming about' I say and move her hand back up to my stomach

Y/n: 'It's nothing Bella seriously' She says and attempts to turn over making me pull her ass right back

Bella: 'Y/n Y/l/n you will tell me right now' I say getting annoyed at her secretiveness

Y/n: 'It was my ex, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?' She replies getting annoyed at my persistence

Bella: 'The one that-' I cut myself off not wanting to hit even more of a nerve

Y/n: 'I'm guessing you've heard from Anna?' She asks. I nod. 'Yes the one that stalked me, attacked me and died of an overdose' She replies so casually it's scary

Bella: 'Tell me about her' She looks up at me with those stupid doe eyes she does then traces my jawline

Y/n: 'She was my first everything' She stops herself 'My first time, My first love, My first proper relationship' She stutters, I feel a little jealousy arise from the pit of my stomach that i couldn't be everything for y/n.

Bella: 'But?' I ask

Y/n: 'But of course my mother and father didn't accept her as part of my life' She continues 'She never was considered part of the family, even when we hit 3 years of being together' I frown at the sentiment,

What if the same thing happens with me?

What if Y/n's parents don't accept me?

Bella: 'Why didn't they accept her?' I ask curiously, she looks down at the scars on her stomach and hums

Y/n: 'It was during what shall i say? A drug fuelled, alcohol loving era for me' She stops 'My parents obviously never liked the part of me that did ketamine, weed, cocaine, anything you can name really' I run my hands over her collar bones and spoon further into her body

'They blamed her for the addicted state i was in'

Bella: 'And was she to blame?' I question, i mean i can't imagine y/n doing all this without some persuasion

Y/n: 'No she never was' She takes a short breath 'That's the part that still haunts me'

Bella: 'What is?' I ask

Y/n: 'I bought her the drugs that killed her' My eyes widen and i let out an unintentional gasp

Bella: 'What about the stalking and attacking?'

Y/n: She runs her hands through my ever growing hair and huffs 'I had to break up with her for my parents sake, it broke me but i was free to move on, it just seemed to break her 10x more'

Bella: 'Keep going' I say and trace every inch of her abs with my pointer finger, I notice she's breathing heavier than usual, she's definitely nervous

Y/n: 'She followed me to every bar, every hotel, every place i went to' She pauses 'I couldn't escape her'

'One night i brought a girl back to mine, one i knew my parents would approve off... They met her and everything went well' The girl takes a drag of her vape and exhales

'Then i take her on a walk after dinner, we are just casually taking a short gander around the block when she attacks me with a pocket knife leaving scars everywhere on my body' She traces the scars on her chest and lower abdomen examining them

Bella: 'You didn't deserve that baby' I say and kiss her chest lightly

Y/n: 'The next morning that's when we got the news she had overdosed, i was still in the hospital but i just knew it was my drugs she had taken' She says a small tear exiting from her eye

Bella: I wipe away the tear and kiss her lips softly, slipping the tongue and pulling away as to give her chance to tell anymore of the story 'Anything else?' I ask carefully

Y/n: 'That's when i vowed to never fall in love ever again, love will get you hurt, was my mentality' She pauses for an extended period of time 'Then i met you and i couldn't stop myself'

Bella: 'I love you so much' I stop 'Thank you for being honest'

Y/n: 'I'm glad i've told you that' She says and stands up stretching 'I need to go to work' She says her abs shining in the beaming sunlight which cascades through the window expertly

Bella: 'Work with Emily?' I ask a hint of jealousy to my tone 'You better wear your nicest clothes' I continue sarcastically

Y/n: 'Don't be jealous Isabella' She smirks and places her reading glasses on her face 'It doesn't suit you'

Bella: 'I'm not jealous' I say. My tone even more jealous than ever. 'Have you seen the girl though?'

'She's perfection' The taller artist tilts her head, a glistening beam to her eyes

Y/n: 'No' she stops 'Your the only thing that even comes close to being perfect for me' She leans over and kisses me, biting on my bottom lip momentarily

'My Isabella' I drop back on the bed in a haze of being so inerrevicably in love with this girl, she smiles and sprays some dior sauvage on then walks out the room, her joggers complimenting her abs superbly

Bella: 'My Y/n' I whisper to myself

I've never ever been happier.

Hopefully nothing will ever come between us.

But this isn't what you would expect it to be.

This isn't a love story.

Or is it?

SO YES A BIT OF Y/N'S BACKSTORY, HOPEFULLY YOU LIKED IT

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