The English to my American // Dreamnotfound

Chapter Fifteen

Waking up exactly eleven in the morning, the blonde has opened his eyes with nowhere in particular to be looking at, or if just the empty bed on the next other side of the room.

George was still gone and no matter how much he tried not to think about the brunette, he just couldn't help it.

After a few long minutes of his thoughts passing loudly all over the empty room, yet it was so silent around without him.

As he grabbed his phone the blonde couldn't help but instantly smile as the first thing he saw was a new message from the brunette.

His smile widened as the brunette had agreed to meet up with the blonde at eleven in the morning in the same cafe they went to on their first morning when he had moved into the dorm room.

Mind raging within thoughts that were all about him, and him only.

After many thoughts had passed in his mind with still no sign of break of them, he hovered over the time and it was then when he realised it was already eleven, ''fuck'' he mumbled beneath his voice. 

Quickly getting out of the bed without giving a second thought towards his looks only once pulling his hands through his own hair, ''that's good enough'' he again mumbled to himself as he was slipping on his shoes and ready to make the run for it.

Checking the time on his phone upon arrival seeing it was already fifteen minutes past eleven, hoping that the boy would still be there waiting for him.

Upon entering the cafe and scanning through each and every table he spotted the brunette sitting there.

The blonde now making his way towards the brunette, ready to apologise for being late.

Not even being able to finish his sentence before noticing a girl sitting next to the brunette who was already introducing herself, ''Ashley'' she said.

His heart skipped a few beats as he was now confused.

What the fuck is she doing here?  Dream took a glance at the brunette sitting at the other side of the table.

The girl was looking towards the brunette with eyes that were full of love and adoration.

Dream couldn't help but feel uncomfortable and disgusted by the view right in front of his eyes as the girl had interlocked her hands with brunettes.

Brunette seemed equally as uncomfortable with all this, looking at the blonde constantly for some sort of closure.

After quietly sitting and awkwardly glancing towards each other the girl finally spoke up, asking if Dream was his real name, while grabbing the brunette by his arm slightly to wrap it around her waist.

Suddenly the girl was grabbing the brunette by his hand and dragging him towards the bathrooms that were at the other end of the cafe.

''Honey'' Dream scoffed under his breath as he was left all alone.

To which he placed his half-empty cup of coffee on the table in front of him to follow the two towards the bathroom.

He knew he shouldn't snoop around the brunette like this, but he wanted to make sure he was fine there alone with the girl who so suddenly dragged him there in the first place.

Placing his ear on top of the door where the two had just gone, listening to what they were speaking about.

''You like him''

''What''

''I see how you two stare at each other''

''I don't like him'' Dream heard the brunette was raising his tone defensively.