Who Knew

Shot by a Cupid's Arrow

His house was so inviting and cosy. It was painted in a warm colour and there were overstuffed furnishings. There's an armchair positioned just right beside the fire place that is accompanied by a small coffee table. It would be such a pleasant to be able to sit in that huge chair while enjoying a cup of tea and reading a novel.

In front of the fireplace was a couch that's not too big or too small, just right. And on the walls it hung pictures. Memories forged together by him and his parents, taken maybe a few years back. Seems like he is the only child in the family, just like me. Looking closely at the photos with his parents in it, I felt a familiarly strange connection with them somehow. Like I've seen them before somewhere.

"Where are your parents? Are they not at home?"

"Oh. They went on a holiday together and won't be back so soon."

Just then, my eye caught on something. A little fluff ball with tiny pointy ears was curled up in a corner and fast asleep.

"Omggg! It's a corgi!"I squealed in excitement.

"Shhh! Not too loud. You'll wake Milo up."

I slowly went over and gently stroke its head. Dogs are my weakness, especially corgi. They have such cute teensy-weensy paws and look super adorable when they wag their small precious tail upon seeing their owner. Not forgetting the cutesy tilted head look while having its tongue sticking out.

"Follow me. My room's upstairs." My heart started racing.

This is my first time stepping into a guy's room. Unlike the living room, the walls are painted in light grey. There's a shelf for books, a desk with drawers, a closet, a bed and another door maybe the toilet. Everything is just pretty simple and spacious. Most importantly, clean.

Did he cleaned his room knowing that he's inviting me over? Or has it been like this all along? Even my room is slightly messier than him. Awkward laugh. The smell of his room was basically how his cologne smelt like. It's not foul smelling and it's to my liking.

"You stay here and wait while I get you something to drink. Plus, some snacks to eat while we're doing our work."

"Okay thanks." And wow Tyler is exceptionally nice today. I could get use to this side of him. Oh my jiggly burgers, his bed is so soft that I just sinked into it just sitting on the edge. Woah what's this on his shelf? Great find Winnie. It's a diary. I didn't know bad boys have a hobby of writing diaries. Just a peek wouldn't hurt right? Okay just the first page only. Oh. It's a drawing. He must've drew it when he was much younger. It's a boy handing a girl a flower......
'Date:......2003'

"WHY ARE YOU GOING THROUGH MY STUFF?!"Tyler growled, snatching it away from my hands and placed it in one of his drawers.

"Don't you know what privacy is? How can you go through someone's things without permission?"

Fear took upon me. My eyes quivered and my trembling hands were starting to get all sweaty. Never have I seen Tyler so worked up in front of me before. I gulped and with the courage I've mustered, I apologised. Not daring to look straight at him in the eyes.

"I'm s-sorry. I'm so so sorry. I-I-I didn't mean to invade." Even my voice was shaking. His eyes softened after seeing this sight. He sat next to me and placed one hand on top of mine, gently giving it a squeeze before looking over to me.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have raised my voice like that. It was foolish of me."

"Forgive me?"

I gave a little nod and his face instantly lit up in delight. His lips curved into a smile. Wrapping his arms around my shoulder, he gave me a side hug and tenderly rested his head on it. And in that point of time, I realised one thing. I was starting to fall for this bad boy.

Maybe it's because no other guys have treated me like this before......the feeling of being cared for was so magical and surreal. It's like a princess getting all the love and attention from her prince charming. If only time could stop so that I'll remain as blissful as of now, being in his arms.