Mirage [n.h.]

twenty

Sorry for the long wait but here's chapter twenty.. oh and do remember this chapter cause all the answers are here. Enjoy! :-)

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" Ysabelle squealing and shaking me as I open my eyes. I grabbed my glasses on the bedside table and adjust it on my eyes.

"What's the matter with you? Shizzz." I let out a groan while I open my phone to check the time.

It's already noon when I woke up so I'm assuming my dad's home already. I decided to go check him out so I told Ysabelle to stay put.

When I went outside, the night light outside is still turned on and it made me confuse cause my dad always make it sure that the night light outside is turned off by the sun rises. I checked the dining table and there were no food prepared for breakfast or even lunch. It was the same food I left yesterday. My curiosity is already killing me so I knocked at my dad's bedroom door to see if he's home already. No answer was made when I knocked so I decided to open the door and thank God it's open. When I checked my dad's bedroom he wasn't there, no one's there. The room is eerily quiet, the bed's cleanly made and the clothes on the opened-closet were nicely folded. I was quickly caught off by my father's bedside table were there's a picture of a family portrait on it. As I came closer, it was us. The very first family picture of us were at his bed but when I looked at the picture hanging on the wall it was a woman with brunette hair holding a boy. I am 100% sure that my mom and me wasn't on that picture frame so my compassion to my father somehow leveled down a little. I grab the picture frame hanging then a mysterious white paper fell on the floor so I picked it up. It was folded many times when I opened it. It's written with a blank ink that says: 00744439644

Numbers? What the hell are these numbers for? And why does my dad hides it? I quickly put the small piece of paper inside the side pocket of my shorts. Then when I turn around I saw Ysabelle walk inside my dad's room.

"Oooh. Your dad's place is really nice... inside." She tells me as she scans the room with her enchanted eyes.

"Inside only?"

"Well, if your dad haven't put millions of locks outside then I would consider it the whole house!" I chuckled on the way she responded. She's so cute every time she squeals her voice. I pinched her right cheek with my fingers and she squeaked.

"Your so cute when you get mad like that."

She furrowed her eyebrows while gently rubbing her cheek. "What's got in to you lately?"

"What?" Nothing, Ysabelle is just that my heart flutters whenever your here beside me. My stomach does a little weirdness but a good-weird kind of thing in my stomach whenever you stare on my eyes. Nothing's up. 

"Nothing." I lied. She shooked her head and crossed her arms. "So what are you going to do with that paper?" Her eyes pointed at my shorts and I think she saw me grab the paper that fell a while ago.

I jokingly gasped covering my mouth. "What are you looking at?" My hands quickly covered my "private" part as Ysabelle's face went into a grossingly feature.

"Come on, Ysabelle. I know were the only people here but it's too early in the morning to do it." I paused as I slowly closed the wide gap between us. "But if your that eager, maybe we can do it later." My eyebrows wiggle and wink at her but she pushed me quickly on my chest. I swiftly hold both of her hands as it touches my chest. We both look at each other's eyes then not long than a second my heart rapidly skips again and again like how a horse is running on a race.

"That's not what I meant." Her hands slowly slips through mine as she crossed her arms. "I didn't know Mr. Niall Horan is a disgusting person."

"But admit it you like it." I slowly closed the gap again and whisper something on her left ear. "You want it."