DREAM KINGS (Shawn Mendes x Harry Styles)

C h a p t e r [89]

I nod. He wipes my tears off and hugged me tight, then after that, in a just snap, I woke up. Back to my room, everything is still dark but you see things in the color of navy blue, I realize it's already dawn in Saturday. The chills are running through, my feet are cold, skins freezing. I went downstairs and have to walk past the living room to get to the bathroom to wash my face and prepare breakfast for the both of us, but as soon as I was about to pass, I hear light moans.

It stopped me from walking through, I went in to check who was moaning and it was him. Sleeping like an angel with his arms wrapped around his chest. He's wearing the same clothes yesterday, it was unusual to see him with the same shirt, it only means.. he didn't washed himself nor changed. He's a very tidy person and with everything, how come he's let himself sleep with his yesterday's clothes?

I breathe in through my nose, deep and shallow, he looks so perfect. It hurts to know that they're together. But the Shawn in my dreams told me that they're not.. I'm still hoping that it's true. I'm still going to confess, whether Yuna is dating him or whatever. And I need to know the truth, directly from his mouth and not hers.

While I was watching his beauty, I couldn't help myself but to caress his face. My fingers softly touches his smooth cheeks, he moans and fixed his face like he's trying to feel me even though he's unconscious. If only he knew how much I love him.. well, I'll get there. Soon.

I put my hand away and went to the bathroom and washed my face, I head out and went to the kitchen, but when I open the lights, I'm surprised to see the food he made last night. Eggs were perfectly cooked and placed like an expensive dish on the plates, it's pretty funny because he cooked eggs at night yet cute at the same time.

"May..?" He says in his morning voice, while walking towards me and rubbing his eyes.

"Oh.." I swallow, "Good morning.." I said with hoarseness.

"Morning.. what time did you get home?" He asks, sounding raspy.

"After class? I went straight home.. why?"

"Home? If you're home then how come the lights were all off?"

"I.."

"And why didn't you wait for me..?"

I bit the inside of my lower lip, "Aren't you and Yuna always go home together?"

He shakes his head, "No.. I was actually waiting for you yesterday.. she.. she came back by herself, she said that you left.."

I'm mute for a second and ascertained the reason why he came home a few minutes after I did. It was because he was actually waiting for me and not her. I wasted that chance. I'm so disappointed with myself.

"I didn't know.. we always part ways after class, remember? You take Yuna and Luke takes me."

"Yeah, we do.. but.. Luke wasn't around yesterday, so.. I thought it was my chance to walk with you home."

"Luke wasn't around but Yuna is.."

"I actually made my mind and chose to walk with you home yesterday.."

"Oh.." The only word that I said. I felt stupid for letting that opportunity go, "I'm.. I'm sorry Shawn.. I didn't know.."

"It's okay.. at least I know you didn't went somewhere else."

"Yeah.." he walks towards me, his face's crumpling from the brightness of the lights, "We're going on a trip today.." he mumbles, "Wait.." he speculates my face, "Why're your eyes swollen?"

"I—I overslept."

"Did you?" He asks in doubt.

"Of course. What? You think this is because of crying?" I said, trying to make a lie.

"Maybe?"

"Why would I cry?"

"I don't know.. maybe you're thinking of something."

"What would I think about?"

"Me..?"

I scoff, "Please! It's too early for your jokes Shawn."

He smiles and it's a good way to start the day, to see that genuine smile, "I'm kidding." He says with a chuckle.

"How come you're still wearing your clothes yesterday?" I ask.

He looks down to his shirt and jeans and socks, he then looks into my eyes, "I forgot to change.. I was waiting for you.."

I scratch my head, "I'm really really sorry."

"I told you, it's okay."

"Okay.. but.. I must say that these eggs you cooked.. they look amazing."

He laughs, "Thanks.. but don't eat those anymore. Those were made last night and.. I wouldn't risk you eating them."

"What? Why?"

"Just.. I'll make new ones for you.. and me, of course."

"You're cooking?"

"M-hm.. I'm cooking—BUT! I'll go wash my face first."

"Alright." I said with a giggle.

The eggs he fried last night, sadly was disposed. He came back with a strand of hair swinging on his forehead.

"Let's make breakfast!" He says happily, he pulls out a frying pan from the cabinet and opened the burner, it's impressive to know that he learned to open the gas stove and the burner himself.

I grabbed a pan too, I placed it beside his, and he looks at me, "What are you doing?" He asks.

"Making breakfast."

"What? But I'm the one who'll make YOU breakfast."

"You make me breakfast and I'll make YOU breakfast."

He gave me a shrug and we both stand beside each other, making each other some delicious breakfast to give energy for the day. He finished cooking the same thing he made last night; eggs. He saw what I'm doing, making a batter of pancakes. I pour an ample amount to my pan, he watches it get bubbly on the top until I flip it over.

"Can you do that to my frying pan, too?"

"Do what?"

"Pancakes."

I laugh through my nose, "Here.." I pour some batter into his pan and we both watch it until it gets its bubbles.

"Go, flip it over." I said.

He slides the spatula down and flipped, he looks at me in amazement, "I'm gonna be a chef." He jokes.

"Chef Mendes?"

"Yeah. Let's try it on you.. Chef Archer, MEH! It sounds like a very strict coach from a TV show."

"How dare you!" I said and slid my index finger on the side of the bowl of pancake batter and wiped it to his nose.

His eyes sprung wide in shock, then laughed afterwards, he slides his index finger and did the same thing to me, we then ate breakfast and helped each other clean the dishes. We took turns taking a shower, then went on our way to meet the others in front of the school.