(Klaus x Dave) (coffee shop/ bookstore AU)

Part 5

(Dave's POV)

A loud ass sound wakes me up. I sit up and turn it off before I notice I fell asleep with Klaus. My head pounds. Klaus groans and rolls over to face me.

"What the hell happened last night?" I ask urgently.

"Last thing I remember is us dancing around," He says grabbing his head.

"Fuck... Okay. Do you want any ibuprofen?"

"Yes please."

I walk to the bathroom and open the medicine cabinet. I grab some for myself and throw the bottle to Klaus.

I do my best to clean the apartment (specifically the living room and kitchen). after a solid forty-sixty minutes The place is nice enough for a teenager.

"I'm gonna take a shower," I yell from the bathroom, turning the water on.

When I get out Klaus is sitting on the couch looking decent.

"Hey, hand me your phone," I say. He gives me a confused look then just shrugs and gives it to me. You should really put a password on here." I suggest, opening his 'phone' app.

I make a contact for myself and give it back to him.

"What did you do?" He asks with a nervous laugh.

"give you my number."

"Oh."

"Yeah... I hate to kick you out. But I have to. You can come to the shop whenever and get free coffee though." I say, ignoring how much I wanted him to stay. "If things get rough and you need a place to stay. Or even to just hang out. Call me."

He smiles and I sit down with him. He wraps his arm around me and I start to remember last night. Us kissing. Him grabbing my hair. I start to wonder if we went further, not sure if I should ask. I remember how his touch felt. how his soft lips against my skin made me feel in the moment.

"I should go," I spit out. "We should go pick up coffee... then I should go pick up Dylan."

He nods and we stand up together.

After I get coffee and start to drive to the hospital I get nervous. A kind of nervous I haven't felt in a long time. I know I should be happy that Dylan is out early but I can't help but worry about our future. About his future.

I park close to the front and shake myself off before going in. I go in and let the nurses know I'm here. Dylan comes out all excited. I stand up and hug him.

We get him checked out and in the car and start to drive back.

"You okay, Dave?" he asks me. I look at him, then back at the road.

"I'm okay, just had a rough morning is all."

He nods and opens a book. I turn the music down for him and focus on the road. We spend the rest of the day shopping. for clothes, groceries, toiletries, anything and everything we need. no call or text from Klaus.

The next day I worked and Dylan hung out there. He read and drew. Klaus never came in for coffee. he didn't call or text either.

I shouldn't be worried about Klaus. I should be worried about Dylan. yet I couldn't stop thinking about him.

A week goes by and I don't hear from or see Klaus. I just assume he didn't care about me after all. I can't blame him. he has his own life.