Nothing But A Summertime Fling!

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Noah’s pov

“Noah, dude wake up!” Toby’s voice brought me out of my amazing dream as he shook me awake, not so gently I may add.

“What! what’s going on” my words came out more of a slur than actual words as I wiped the sleep out my eyes, but I guess Toby understood me enough.

“Aren't you supposed to be somewhere because your dad’s been ringing for the last twenty minutes?”

“shit” I said as I grabbed my phone of the table cheeking the time “shit shit shity shit I was supposed to meet him half an hour ago” I was now stood up as I ran around the room trying to grab all my school stuff while Toby sat down on the sofa looking like he was going to fall back asleep at any minute.

“Why?” he managed between a yawn.

“because he thinks it important for me to spend some quality time together since apparently I’ve become distant” I answered in a sarcastic voice, me and my dad especially have never gotten on as well as most other sons and father do, I was always his least favourite, I think it had something to do with all my other brothers playing sports while I was more into drama, I think he could just smell the gay on me or something.

Once I‘d grabbed all my school stuff I went to run out the door when I remembered I was at Toby’s was a really long walk to the diner I was meeting my dad at for breakfast, “urmm can you drop me?” I asked sending him my best puppy dog eyes, and with a very loud groan he got to his feet “thanks”

“okay thanks for the lift and I’ll see you Monday” I smiled and waved as Toby drove of leaving me standing outside the diner, I rushed inside and saw my dad impatiently tapping his figures on the table, “sorry I’m late” I  apologized as I took a seat opposite him but he just sent me a tired look.

“course you are, look if I can  make time to spend with you, you could at least be bothered to show up on time” I nodded at what he said “good now I’ve already ordered your food, don’t want to waste any more time” yeah he didn’t actually want to be here with me, it was more all moms idea.

The waitress brought out food over two full English breakfast; I guess dad forgot I was a vegetarian, again! “Urmm dad you know I don’t eat meat” I said as I pushed it to the side of my plate and away from the food I could actually eat.

“You’re not still doing that are you, it's stupid just eat your food” he scowled at me while shoving a large piece of bacon in his mouth.

“Yeah and I’ve been doing it for over a year now”

“just eat your fucking food..” my dad started ranting, something I’d learned to block out by now, my attention travelled to the door after a while as I heard the bell above it ring, OH MY FUCKING GOD, it was him what the hell was he doing here though. It was really him, here in all his 6 foot 4 glory, wearing lose blue jeans and a blue and black checkered shirt which was rolled up to the elbows, it was way too tight to be legal, I could see every outline of his muscles through it, and that face, dark blue eyes that were literally shining and that smile, baby pink lips that pulled up into the more gorgeous smile.

But then once his eyes met mine the smile despaired, wait he wasn’t happy to see me.  He walked through the diner until he reached a table right where I could see him and he just stared. A small smile pulled at his lips, it was nothing like the one I had come so used to no this one was forced.

“Noah are you listen to me” my dad’s angry voice pulled me back to reality, which then caused him to go off on another rant about how I never listen to him, so I turned back to where he was sitting only to now be faced with a women sitting at the table next to him and sitting on his lap was a little boy, what's going on.

“Sorry dad I just need to go and use the toilet I won’t be long” I heard my dad say something but I ignored it as I rushed off into the toilets. Once inside I started pacing, what was that was that his family or something, no it could'nt have been not with what happened with us on holiday. The sound of the door being swung open brought me out of my argument inside my own head, and there he was just looking at me.

“Noah”

“Mason”

Mason pushed me up against the wall in the toilets of the club, his mouth never leaving mine as our tongues battled, his hands ran up underneath my shirt, twisting one of my nipples in between his figures, “your so fucking hot” he said pulling his mouth away from my own before he started placing kisses along my jaw and down my neck, “want to go back to my place or yours?” he asked in between sucking down my neck.

“I can’t I came with my friend and iv” I let out a loud moan as he started sucking a particular spot on my neck “got to make sure he gets back”

“it’s fine” he grabbed my arse hard “I’ll get you soon enough” a large smile spread across his face as he passed me his phone making me look questionably up at him “put your number in and tomorrow ill ring you and we can meet up” I did as he said and passed him the phone back and with one last kiss and a wink he walked out the door, while I was left panting against the wall as I could feel a smile spread across my face like a school girl.

“Noah” he said letting out a breath “w-what you doing here?”

“Im having breakfast with my dad”

“No I mean here what you are doing here” he said putting a lot of empathize on the word here.

“I live like five minutes away”

“oh god” he let out in a shaky breath as he started walking around the bathroom as I awkwardly stood in the middle  “what would the chances be that he fucking lived here” he started rambling to himself, should I go over to him? Try calm him down or something. Thoughts started racing through my head on how I could make this whole situation better but then he stopped and looked right at me “you can’t say anything okay, that woman out there is my wife and that’s my kid. The whole holiday was a mistake it should of never happened” no how could this be happening, the holiday couldn’t have been a mistake, we fell in love! But he was calling it all a mistake, it felt like someone had ripped my heart out and stomp on it while sucking all the oxygen out the room. But it was his next words that really got me.

“It was just a summertime fling after all” 

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