DREAM KINGS (Shawn Mendes x Harry Styles)

C h a p t e r [94]

School's stressing me out lately. Still, writing makes me feel okay. Enjoy reading loves! —J.
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It feels right and wrong at the same time. He holds my hand and I hold his, like real couple does; yet I don't know what we are, what's in between us. It's more complicated than when I met him, it was more messy than when I have to figure his attitude and personality out.

The warmth of his hand covering mine is pleasing. The firm grip like he doesn't want to let it go is dreamy.

"Put on your shoes." He says, "We're gonna be walking somewhere a little dangerous and I can't risk you getting wounded."

I followed what he said and had to stop to put my shoes on. Though we both seem like we don't want to let go of each other's hands, we have to. He puts on his and I put on mine. As soon as we finished putting on our shoes, without even hesitation, he grabs my hand as if he's afraid I'm gonna get lost.

As we continue walking, I realize that the path we're walking on has pointy rocks that could scratch you easily and make you bleed. He puts one hand inside his pocket, then starts to gently make a swaying motion, until it went on and swing back and forth.

He inhales then exhales, "We're close."

"Aren't we getting too much farther from the group?"

"We are.. only because this place is hidden. It's a secret that not most people, but some, knows this place exists."

My brows raised, "How come you know? You've been here before?"

He shakes his head in disagreement, "No, but I told Mustaha to make a deep research about this place."

"Why would you ask him to do that?" I ask in a confused tone.

"Because I want to know if there's somewhere we can be alone.. and have you for myself.."

I bit the inside of my lower lip, starting to feel the blushing. "Well.." I cleared my throat, "That's.. sweet."

He looks at me and I look at him, he gave me a beaming smile and said, "Yeah.. also because I can't find any way to take you away from that blonde douche."

"You're calling Luke a blonde douche yet your partner is also blonde.. and a douche."

He chuckles, "Blonde? You're not blonde. And certainly not a douche. Mean, but not a douche."

"I'm not talking about me. I'm talking about—"

"Who? I don't remember having a blonde partner.."

I paused, realizing that his partner's me. Finally understanding where he's coming from.

"Oh god, SORRY! I get it now. Sorry, I forgot." I said with a soft laugh.

"Geez. It's okay, but never ever forget that May."

"I'm sorry. I forgot a teenie tiny bit, 'cause you're always with her."

"And correction, she is always with me. What about you and blondie dude, you two are always together. You're always with him. Like he's the most funniest person in the whole world."

"Always?! TCH! If only you know the truth."

He shrugs, "I dunno. What is the truth May?"

"He's not funny. Maybe sometimes but not always."

"But sure he's fun to have around. I mean, you seem to never get bored whenever you're with him."

"Same goes for you. You're always with that blonde girl douche and you never seem to get bored with her."

"Correction once again. That blonde douche is always with me."

"Yeah, you are or she is, or whatever. And you're just letting it be."

He didn't speak, "It sucks, I know.. why, you jealous?"

I scoff, "And again, same goes for you Shawn. You jealous?"

He puts his lips in a downturn like he's trying to make a sad facd, then he gave me a shrug, "W—Well.. what if I said yes?"

I felt the butterflies in my stomach in a snap and my heart suddenly forgot how to function. My breathing changes and every parts of my body wants to come off. Trembling and weak.

"T–Then, okay.."

"And what if I'm not just jealous but DEAD jealous?"

"R—Right. Okay, Shawn. I get it."

"Sounds like I'm asking." He clears his throat, "I'm jealous, May. I've never been jealous but yes, I'm dead jealous whenever you're with that blonde douchebag. There. I answered your question. Now it's your turn to answer and it's my turn to ask the question.. are you jealous? Are you jealous whenever 'the blonde douche' is with me?"

The fingers of my feet inside my shoes twitches hardly, I don't know what to say. Is this really happening? Shawn in my dreams is right, the confession is still going to take place even though Yuna told me they're dating.

"Y—Yes.. I feel jealous too whenever you're with her."

"Y–You do?!"

I simply nod with a shy attitude. He breathes a sharp inhale from his mouth and bites his lower lips. He looks down and a cute shy smile formed on his face.

"Well.. today's a very good day." He mumbles.

I look up and mumbled back, "Yeah.."

After walking for more, he stops, "We're here."

We reached the destination. The sun's light can be wholly seen from where we're looking. It's a small abandoned greenhouse, but even though the construction is abandoned, there are still different types of flowers. Bloomed and colorful.

"Shawn.. this is.. beautiful.."

He looks at me, "Yeah. It is. Come on."

We went inside the greenhouse, the place's also filled with different types of butterflies, sipping on the nectars of the healthy looking flowers.

"Is this abandoned?" I ask.

"Not really. There's a caretaker who hydrates the plants every now and then because it helped her get through stress and depression. Her story was, she was walking around the woods, trying to find something to process the inevitable faster than anyone.. while she was walking, she saw this abandoned greenhouse. The plants're dying, and she saw herself in them. She knows what it feels like to eventually wither. So, she went out of the greenhouse to find water, luckily, when she turn on the tap at the back part of this construction, it's still working."

"Did Mustaha gave you all of the things to know about this place?"

"No, not really. He just gave me the place and the caretaker's name and I did the other researching."

I nod with my lower lip, pressing my upper lip, "Okay Shawn the researcher. Please continue."

He softly laughs, "Shawn the researcher. A'ight. So, she went back, watered all of the plants and she finds herself to be enjoying what she's doing. There, she made a promise to take care of these flowers and make them feel that someone cares. Because her parents are strict, like a maid, they tell her to do everything, like their own robot; her friends are fake and her relationship with everyone in the world's slipping away, but with the help of these flowers, it gave her an inspiration to continue living her own life.." he paused, "Like you.. to me.. you helped me, May.. you gave me an inspiration to live my life again.."