TW: Vomit
~Mr. Farouk's POV~
God, why am I a teacher?...
Me and Nathan have been chilling in our room, settling into our hotel. Just chilling pretty much.
I'm about to sit down on my bed and scroll through my teacher emails when Tara and Darcy barge into the room.
By the look on Darcy's face, she does not look well.
'Mr Farouk, Mr Ajayi! Darcy doesn't feel well!' Tara exclaims.
Nathan rushed over to help Darcy and sat her on the bed. I just stood there.
(Like this 🧍)
He rubbed her back while she made strange gagging sounds.
And before we knew it, Darcy just threw up on our bed. Fuckkk.
We comfort her until she's ready to go back to her room. We give her a vomit bag and she makes her way back to her room.
I slowly walk over to Nathan's bed and sit down. We're sitting down for a few minutes, while contemplating what the fuck to do.
Nathan suggests that we get new sheets from reception, but I find myself saying, 'We could just share a bed?' 'Nevermind... Thats stupid i'll go get the clean sheets.'
'No. No! I like that idea.' He blurted back.
'O-oh' I said, lost for words.
He gives me a small yet beautiful smile, and I get lost in his eyes. I smile back, and find ourselves leaning in.
Oh god I'm doing this...
Our lips slowly touch each others, his lips are so soft. I want to melt in his arms.
I slowly pull away and he gives me a wide smile; I chuckle back.
'C'mon,' he pulls my arm and we land on the bed, giggling. 'We need to get some sleep, we have a big day tomorrow.'
30 minutes later, we're cuddled up in eachothers arms asleep.
😭Im sorry yall I don't have much motivation for this story so it will probably be shorttt but i hope you like it anyway <333
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It's Never Too Late
Romance(The front cover is not my cover! Full credits to the person who made it.) This is a story about Mr. Farouk and Mr. Ajayi, (Youseff and Nathan) and their first moments with each other and how their love evolves.
