My Beautiful Boy ✔️

45

"Leilana's waiting in the car." I told Dawson as we left his friend's bedroom, his hand in mine. We force our way through the many bodies that surround us and Dawson's spare hand is in my back as we finally make it to the front door. "I should go." I gulp.

Dawson sighs, running his hand through his hair before looking down at me. "Why don't you stay over, tonight?" He asks, and I raise my eyebrow.

"Won't your parents have something to say about that?" I ask him hesitantly, crossing my arms over my chest. "I don't wanna intrude, or anything-"

"You won't be." Dawson shrugs his shoulders. "I'd prefer you were with me when I tell them I'm moving back into town." He says casually, and my mouth drops open in shock. He shrugs his shoulders again.

"You're what?" I gasp, and Dawson repeats himself. "Are you serious?" I asked him, my lips twitching up into a smile. Dawson nods his head and I grin before jumping into his arms and kissing all over his face. Dawson laughed, wrapping his arms around my waist and carrying me out of the flat.

We're giggling to each other as we rush out of the building and towards Leilana's car. I knock on the window when I see that she's asleep in the driver's seat and she's locked the doors so no one can get in. To be fair, I did warn her that it might take me longer than expected, but when she jolts awake and blinks multiple times whilst rubbing her eyes, she glares at me in anger.

"You took your time, didn't you?" She asks, rolling down the window. I grin, shrugging my shoulders. Dawson is behind me as I look through the open window, his fingers slowly caressing my spine. "It's been three hours, guys, what were you doing?" She furrowed her eyebrows.

I clear my throat, looking away. A blush creeps up my neck. Leilana gasps, clasping her hand over her mouth. "Three hours? How can anyone last that long?" She exclaims, and I can hear Dawson chuckling from beside me. "You're both crazy." She mumbled before tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. "So, what's going on? What are you planning on doing?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Well, Dawson wants me to stay the night." I tell her, and she nods her head. "I'm going to call my mother and tell her that I'll be home tomorrow, but you can go back home now." I shrug my shoulders.

"How will you get home?" She asked.

"One of my friends will take us." Dawson pipes in, poking his head through the window. "Hi, Leilana." He grins, and she smiles at him.

"Hey, Dawson." She says before focusing her attention back on me. "Okay, I'll go home, but if you need me, text me. Don't doubt that I'll drive straight back." She gives me a pointed look before we wave goodbye to her and she drives off.

I take Dawson's hand again and he presses a quick kiss to my cheek before we begin our walk back to his house. "Can I ask you something?" Dawson asks, swinging our arms. I grin up at him as he raises his eyebrow.

"Of course you can."

He hesitated before speaking. "I've never heard you speak Arabic." He swallows. "Can you... say something to me?" He asks, and a giggle leaves my throat. He wants to hear me speak Arabic. Even though it shouldn't make me blush, the fact that he's thinking about it makes me all giddy inside.

"Okay. Erm..." I think about something that I've wanted to tell Dawson but haven't had the courage to ask. "La astute aliantizer hataa tukhbirani 'anak tuhibuni aydan." I say, and Dawson scrunches his eyebrows in confusion.

"What does that mean?" He asks, and I shrug my shoulders.

"You'll have to learn." I laugh.

"Will you teach me?" He asks, and my heart flutters in my chest. I've noticed that Dawson always wanted to learn about my culture and always asked questions about Egypt, and it makes me love him even more that he's so fascinated by my home country.

"Maybe one day I will." I smile, and Dawson looks down at the ground, his lips tilted up, transforming his face. I feel him squeeze my hand and then he's walking directly behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I wrap my fingers around his wrists and Dawson's chin is on the top of my head as we walk in sync.

"Can I tell you something?" He asks, and I nod my head.

"Definitely." I say, my index finger drawing circles around his wrist bone.

"It's about the second time we kissed. At your house." He says, and I stay quiet, willing him to continue his story. "The minute you touched me, I... Basically, ever since this whole thing with Stawarski, I've always repulsed people touching me. Or... people seeing me without a shirt on." He admitted, and I stopped walking, Dawson had moved away from me as soon as I put my fingers to his stomach. Does that mean he's repulsed by me?

I turn around to face him. Dawson's face is scrunched in a sad way. He shakes his head. "But... I yearn for your touch, Alayna. I beg for it." He told me, dragging his thumb down my cheek gently. "I've never wanted someone to touch me as much as you, Alayna." He says, and a smile quivers onto my face.

"That's really sweet, Dawson." I grin, taking both of his hands into mine. "I didn't know you had that phobia, you should have told me sooner." I tell him, pressing my lips together in a small smile. Dawson shrugs his shoulders and then we continue walking down the street, holding on to each other for warmth.

The weather in London was miserable. No matter if the rest of England was melting from the heat, it would almost always be freezing in London. Neither of us wore a coat, so we huddled each other to keep warm.

"I don't know whether my parents are going to be home." Dawson says, and I rest the back of my head on his chest as we walk down the street. "We might have to talk to them in the morning." Dawson shrugs his shoulders, and I suddenly remember his conversation with his mother.

"You know, I think your mum is really nice." I tell him, and he rolls his eyes.

"That's just how she makes it seem. In reality, all she does is follow my father around and she cares more about herself than anyone else." He groans, and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Wouldn't you do the same for someone you loved?" I ask him, looking up, and Dawson's thumb runs across my collarbone subconsciously. "Like... not to their extremes, but, I don't know, you'd do anything for them, right?" I ask him, and he shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't know. It depends on if I agree with it, or not." He says, and I tilt my head. "Like, I'm not a follower. I have my own mind and my own opinion and I don't let people change it." He says. "Except you." He says. "You seem to make me change my mind a lot." He adds, and I grin in joy.

"Really? What have I changed your mind on?" I ask him teasingly.

"Well, firstly, I look forward to college more because I know you're going to be there." He tells me, and I roll my eyes.

"College is over." I tell him, but he claims that the point still stands. "Okay, then." I shrug my shoulders. "You enjoy education more. I'll take that."