I jump out of the bed with a cold feet. I sigh as I stretch my back and shoulders while watching the sunlight from my windows.
"Today's gonna be a good day." I said, then with a smile. I head downstairs and made pancakes. It's been a long time since I made these in the middle of the night. A highly requested dish by yours truly, Shawn Mendes.
The atmosphere inside the house is calming and joyful. Maybe it's just me..? Who cares, all I know is, I'm feeling good today.
I finished making batches of pancakes, placing them on two plates with the syrup as the dressing. I put 5 piled up pancakes on Shawn's plate, I just hope he'd come downstairs to here and eat them all like he used to.
"What else..?" I said like I was talking to an imaginary happy May beside me, one who gives me instructions, "Cold Milk..? Or Orange Juice..? Hmm.." I rush to the fridge, grabbed the box of fresh milk and served in two glasses.
In a few moments, the slamming of the door can be heard from upstairs and then, the footsteps coming from the steps. Shawn shows himself, but he didn't notice me. He took a turn into the bathroom and I have to wait for him until he's done with his business.
I sit and wait and wait. I put one hand on the table to catch my face, getting a little tired of waiting. Finally, the door clicks open and he heads out with a towelette in his hands, gently tapping it on his face.
"HEY! GOOD MORNING!" I said.
He had a little jump as he puts down the towelette, "God! You.. I mean, hey.. you're early." He says in a caressing voice, then he walks into the kitchen.
"I made breakfast." I said with a smile.
"I.." he clears his throat, "I'm not hungry." He says and turns his back and about to walk away.
"WHAT!? H–Hey!" I stood immediately and grabbed him on the arm, "You can't be like that! I made these for you and you're just.." then I thought I'd act sad and slowly let go of his arm, "Okay.. never mind. Go, go upstairs to your room. Be alone and scream with your phone." I slowly go back to my chair and sit and pretend to slice the pancake sadly.
"You.. you hear me screaming?!" He says consciously.
I raised my head and looked at his face, his brows are wrinkled, like he was so surprised to know that I know he's screaming on his phone in his room.
"Well, yeah. The rooms aren't sound proof, Shawn."
"What else did you hear?"
"Nothing but complete blah, blah, blah. I wasn't listening to your conversation."
"You sure? For the rest of the nights, you didn't even listen to any of the words I said?"
"Look, Shawn, if you're assuring that I didn't hear or listen to any of your yelling and screaming, believe me, I didn't understand a word; because I wasn't paying enough attention, I'm talking with Luke on the phone, too, the same nights you're on your phone. And if I heard something, it was not my intention."
"Then tell me, what are those that you heard."
"I just heard you screaming, saying ' Do not try to contact me again, you won't get an answer.' That's it, that's all I heard."
It was silent, I try to play it cool and looked back down to my plate and continued cutting the pancakes. I heard him sighing, then in a sudden, the chair in front of me was dragged and there, he sat, "Thanks for these.. They look.. amazing.." he says, trying to still make our Saturday, a good day.

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DREAM KINGS (Shawn Mendes x Harry Styles)
FanfictionWhat would you feel if the hottest, smartest, richest guy and more like of a pain the ass is actually moving in your parents' house with you? This is the story of May Archer and her nemesis Shawn Peter Raul Mendes. He pisses her off every single mi...