Romira

Chapter - 19

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Akira

I had anticipated many things and collected so much determination and confidence to face him.

But what I hadn't expected for him to be already asleep.

Christ!

There he is, on the side of my bed in a very uncommonly and uncomfortable condition. Both of his legs and bruised hand are hanging down, neck is turned in weird angle beside it is his other hand. If he carries on sleeping like this, I'm sure he will be extremely sore by morning.

Beside he looks like a baby while sleeping.

Oh that he does. He is most definitely resembling a baby that he is not, by looking all cute and hot at the same time.

Damn him!

A phone vibrates somewhere from bed breaking my thought, I carefully search for it not wanting to wake him up. I want to tend his knuckles while he's sleeping. Without his constant gaze and touch to unnerve, it'd be less torturing for me and my heart to get over with it.

I find it by his other hand and it shows, 'Slade'. I don't know whether I should receive it or not.

Pick it up and tell them he is safe with you. They must be worried about him.

That sounds about Right.

I touch the green button, holding it to my ear, "Hello?"

There is pause other side, "Who is it?" He asks in his usual deep, calm voice.

I feel a pit in my bell, maybe I shouldn't have received.

I splutter, "I..it's A...Akira."

"Akira? Why do you have King's phone? Where is he?" He questions sounding confuse but there is something else too that I can't figure out.

Now, what should I tell him?

That out of nowhere he appears and starts banging door before behaving like a kid.

"Err... actually he is here, in my room and sleeping." I tell him hesitantly.

Slade lets out a chuckle from other side, "That bastard doesn't listen, does he?" Muttering himself before he adds, "Okay Akira listen, could you let him stay with you tonight? I mean that fucker is already passed out but it'd better if you don't throw him out and I'm sure by morning he will leave you alone. I could come and take him but I know for sure I'd have to face his rage afterwards and that I'm not very fond of." He sounds amuse.

Why would he face rage if he helps him? I think King should be grateful to Slade for helping him.

But then it's King we are talking about.

He and grateful?

Snort, Very unlike.

"It's okay." I speak quietly glancing at beautiful boy on my bed, "I don't mind."

Of course, I don't mind, it's just my freaking body and heart who do mind and immensely so.

And it's not like I could throw him out regarding how heavy he is.

"I'll see you, around." With that he hangs up.

Sighing I bend on my knees and take his bruised hand. It looks as if he has punched someone or something. I clean dry blood with wet cotton, he hisses in pain.