All I Want

13

I woke up to the sound of Harold snoring. His head was against the pillow, facing down and I couldn't stop staring at the way his curls fell on his face. He had the face of an angel and as much as I hated to wake him up, I had to. It was time for breakfast and I was starving. I grabbed a pillow and threw it on his head. 

"Wake up, sleepy head." He groaned, pulling the blanket on his face. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" He complained, I chuckled. 

"It's time to eat, get up. There's a diner right across the street and I can smell the food from here." I said, sitting on his back, waited for him to fully wake up. He was still groaning.

"Fine, I need to take a shower." 

"Let's make a deal, I'll shower first and that will give you some time to sleep."

"That's a wonderful idea. Or..." His eyes were fully opened. "We can shower together, you know..." I scoffed. "I'm serious."

"Shower sex?"

"Not necessarily, it's just a shower together." 

"Chill your bones mister, we'll save that for another time, another motel." I leaned in to kiss his cheeks and got up from the bed. I walked toward the bathroom and watched him as he fixed his sleeping position, clutching tighter to his pillow. I smiled and then shook my head, walking towards the shower. I stepped into it, my toes flinched as they came in contact with the ceramic floor. I turned the dial, rusty and metallic, as I let the water fall over me. I closed my eyes, making sure every strand of hair was wet. After a few seconds, I reached for the shampoo and made soft massages on my scalp. I was done with the cleaning process, so I turned the dial and reached for a towel. I wrapped myself with it and walked over to the room. I found Harold sitting with his hands supported on his knees.

"My turn," He smiled. "I'll leave you alone so you can get dressed."

"Thank you." I waited for him to enter the bathroom and right after I heard the door shutting, I took off the towel. I took out a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt out of my bag. I made the iconic skinny jean side to side dance as I attempted to put them on and in a matter of seconds I was already dressed up. I was laying on the bed as I waited for him to get out of the shower. The cold feeling of my wet hair was something I could easily feel. After a few seconds of complete silence I could hear Harold sing to a song I've never heard before. I closed my eyes, focused on hearing the sound of his voice. 

"Taaaaaaaaaaaylor." I heard his voice, really dragging the a. I opened my eyes and he was right on top of me. 

"Wait what?" He was laying next to me, as I spoke. "Did I fall asleep?" He scoffed.

"Yeah, you were snoring when I got out of the shower." He chuckled.

"I don't snore." I looked at him, serious.

"Oh you do," He looked at me. "You do." We both laughed, after a few seconds we stopped and silence came flooding in. 

"We should get something to eat. I'm starving," I got up from the bed and walked toward the door. I noticed he was sitting on the edge. "You okay?"

"Actually, can I please use your phone to call my mom? I'm out of data."

"Wow, you're that kind of guy?"

"What do you mean?" He asked. I chuckled.

"I've never encountered a guy that wants to call his mother," I pressed my lips together and he looked at smiling. "I must've chosen wisely then," He looked at the ground. "I'll give it to you when we order our food, cause I could literally die of hunger right now." 

"Okay." I waited for him to reach the door and hand in hand, we walked out the room. I noticed the diner right across the street and we both looked at both sides of the road before crossing it. 

"So, what are you in the mood for?" I asked as we entered the place. You could see neon signs on the walls and the color scheme was red and white. The place wasn't empty at all, people were enjoying sips of their coffee between their conversations. 

"Pancakes probably." He said as we walked toward an empty table for two. The menus were already placed on the table. I took one in my hands and he did too. 

"Oh," I took my phone out of my pocket and handed it to him. "Here's my phone. Passcode is 1313," He took the phone and smiled. "Take as long as you want."

"You'll order for me?" I nodded. He kissed my forehead before leaving me alone. I stared at the different choices I had. The waitress arrived at the table. She had her hair up in a bun, blue eyeshadow, red lips and a killer winged eyeliner. 

"Are you ready?" She asked, clicking her pen against the small note pad. The tone in her voice wasn't friendly at all. It was obvious she hated the job. 

"Yeah, uh, I'll have pancakes," I licked my lips. "And an American Breakfast and two black coffees. Please," She nodded and took the menus with her. I noticed Harold was pacing back and forth, as if he was arguing with his mother. I took a deep breath and gazed at everything around me. I noticed the waitress in charge of my table was serving coffee in two black mugs and in a matter of seconds she was back with them. I smiled at her and noticed Harold was heading back inside. "Hey, is everything okay?" He sat down and took a deep breath before answering.

"It will be. Soon." He said. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, confused. He grabbed the menu once again and took a long stare at it. Something felt different.