Illusional Love (PENDING)

Ten

"Yes, Tyler?" I snap at him after pressing the answer button for his FaceTime call. "I'm at hangover state so go away."

He just chuckles and I see his eyes are squinting from the way he does it which makes him quite handsomer. He is in his shirt that looks like he's about to go to sleep but he would never can sleep nicely before calling to annoy me.

I'm still laying on my bed, with my hand on my head, wishing the pain to go away. My legs barely can't stand straightly for just going out of my room to get a bottle of Aspirin.

"Just want to see you before I go to sleep." He states as he smiles to me. It's the smile I've never seen on his face before because I know how many smiles he has and this one is the third one, but it's different.

I smirk at him before feeling the throbbing pain on my head again, making me to close my eyes as tight as I could. After the pain seems to fade a little, I open my eyes to find him staring at me with his lips curves into a small smile.

"Are you that needy of me?" I raise one of my eyebrows. Actually I don't like showing people my just-wakeup face because it's so chubby and I hate my chubby face.

"Yes—No. Probably." He says and his smile grows bigger yet sheepishly.

The thing that confuses me about my body for like days now is that my body reacts something that is unfortunately opposite from what my mind reacts. His smile makes me feel shiver creeps up on my skin even when I'm not alone in the room. His face, undeniably beautiful yet cocky and dragon-asshive face, makes me feel uneasy on my stomach. Like there are bunch of tiny things flying inside of it to hit the wall of my stomach.

It's not counted with his thick British accent. I always love British accent because I have no accent and I find it awesome when someone speaks with British accent. Australian accent is good too, but British is what I prefer to love more.

Why not? It's sexy as hell. Just ask Brit if you don't believe of what I just said.

It's weird but it's always happened to me whenever we FaceTime. And now he's yawning, but still I find him attractive with his big mouth opens as he lets out a yawn sound, showing that he's pretty tired. Sure, he's tired because everybody would be so tired in his place where he should wake up in 8 and work until 5. And it happens regularly nonstop.

Wait, why should I care anyway?

"Have you checked your email?" He asks me before starts to yawn again but longer. "I've sent you the boarding pass which you just need to print it."

"No, I haven't. Sorry, got no time for opening emails." I finally get myself to stand up and walk out to get myself an aspirin before this headache could get any worse.

God, I love partying so much. But I hate the hangovers I have in the next morning. It sucks, like someone just pulled a trigger to blow your head up but it seems like they failed which they just kept on shooting my head. The problem is that I still not die. That's how it feels.

"When is the due of flight?" I ask him without even bother to look at my phone because I need Aspirin, right now.

I look at the cabinet to find no signs of Aspirin bottle. There are only plates, bowls, pans, and else things that pretty much aren't needed for right now. I just need a pill of aspirin but I can't find it anywhere.

"It's at Friday, right at the second week of December." He finally speaks up after the noisy sounds of papers being thrown to the ground. "Are you sure about the filming? Because I'm not-"