The Return (De Laurel Trilogy #1)

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"What?" He asked once again, now rubbing his eyes. God, he really is so cute.

"I said, we're going to be late." I sighed, getting up and pulling the covers from his body. "It's literally an hour before our call time."

"Mhm," He hummed, trying to pull the blanket to his body to go back to sleep. "Just five more minutes, love." He mumbled, drifting off to sleep.

"No," I whined, pulling the covers from his body once again. "We are going to get up! I swear if you don't, I'll break up with you!" I threatened, trying my best not to laugh because of my silliness.

"Nope," He shook his head. "You love me too much to do that."

I groaned, leaving him there to sleep. It will be his fault if he does not get up in time. I went on to get a towel, the one I used last night. I went to take a bath and changed into the clothes that I prepared beforehand.

When I came out of the bathroom, Alexander was still sound asleep, his face now buried into a pillow while he was in a fetal position.

"Love," I shook him lightly as I got on the bed. "Wake up. We're going to be late."

"Uhm." He said, although it came out muffled since his whole face was covered with a pillow. "Fine," He then got up, took his towel and robe into the bathroom. It was about ten minutes when he came out of the bathroom, already changed.

He was wearing a v-neck white t-shirt, black denim pants and sneakers. He then topped it off with a black, leather jacket.

I was preparing my backpack and duffel bag when he suddenly called my name.

"Love?" He called softly, making me turn around slightly to face him.

"Yes?" I hummed, closing the duffel bag.

"Are you not cold? It's like two weeks before December. It's already getting chilly. Are you sure you're going to not wear at least a blazer or something, love? Not that I don't like what your wearing, I'm just a tad bit worried." He rambled, making me chuckle.

"I know," I sighed. "It's already getting chilly. Besides, even if I wanted to wear one, I didn't bring any."

"Here," He handed me a spare leather jacket from his closet.

"Love, you don't have to." I denied. "I can manage."

"No," He put the jacket around my shoulders and gave me a small peck on the cheek. "Your going to be cold." He said with a worried tone. "Don't worry, it's just a jacket, love."

"Fine," I smiled, picking up both my backpack and duffel bag. "Now let's go. We'll be late. We don't want our coaches to scold us, do you?" I raised a brow.

"Nope," He shook his head, as if he was frightened. "Let me take this," He took my duffel bag.

"But-" I tried to get the duffel bag out of his hands but his grip was too tight.

"Ah, ah, ah. Let me carry this, love. Let's go, now we don't want to be late, do we?" He imitated my tone earlier, making me laugh.

We went downstairs, to find George there with two paper bags.

"Mr. King, you didn't specify if I had to make the both of your breakfast's on the go or you'll eat here so, I just packed it considering the time." He gave us each the paper bags.

"Thank you, George." We both said in unison.

"No problem Mr. King, Ms. Olivia." He smiled before scurrying off to who knows where.