DREAM KINGS (Shawn Mendes x Harry Styles)

C h a p t e r [130]

I dip myself back in the tub but my focus, the relaxation was gone. He's boggling my head again, so is my heart. I can hear their noise and their laughter.

"I didn't know it was just for a show!" Mom happily says, hearing her from the outside of the bathroom.

"Yeah. It's what people in the industry usually do to get attention and gain more gossips that will make their names fly all over their track." Shawn adds.

"But how come you didn't call nor text my best friend? You didn't even try to message here or do something to reach her or something." Tippy says, gladly asking the relevant questions.

"I tried but the management's being too strict." He says, "I tried to make fake accounts to contact her but it's too risky. I can't—"

"It doesn't matter now," mom says, "..do you love my daughter?"

"Of course! I love May." Shawn says so proud.

"Do you really love her? Like really really really?"

"Mrs. Archer, I—"

"MAKE AN OATH!" Aunt Mary joins their interrogation.

"Sounds good." Mom says, "Make an oath Shawn."

"Sh—Should I really?"

"Yes!"

"Alright. Let the lightning struck me if I'm just lying my feelings for May. Let the vultures poke my eyes out if I fake it. I'm telling the truth, and the truth is.. yes. I love her."

"ALRIGHT THEN! Let's plan the marriage!" Mom shouts.

"Marriage?!" Aunt Mary exclaimed, "My niece will be married?!"

"If Shawn will agree to plan for the marriage then yes." Mom says.

"I guess you guys should keep your voices down. Because if May hears what you guys are planning, she's gonna be furious." Tippy says.

"My daughter loves him and he loves her. They're both graduate of college, both have a great career and both are good looking. I've no issue nor nothing against their love for each other."

"Tippy's right Mrs. Archer. She'll be so mad if she—"

I stood up, covered myself again with the towel and opened the door, and yelled, "NO ONE IS GETTING MARRIED!"

There's a complete silence in the kitchen, I slammed the bathroom door and head upstairs to my room and slammed the door of my room once again. I wipe myself dry, wore shorts and white shirt, dried my hair and lay down on my bed. On my back, I stare at the ceiling and wonder if what he said is true. Did he mean all of it or was it just for a show? I sigh, I don't plan on going downstairs and eat with them anymore. I think I lost the appetite.

"MAY!" Tippy yells while knocking like she's about to tear the door down.

I covered my ears with a pillow and the knocks begin to get louder and more annoying. I groan angrily, stood up and opened the door.

"Why the hell do you need to knock like that?!"

"Why the hell did keep me calling if you don't want me knocking?"

"I was drying off my hair!"

"Drying off or lying in your bed with a pillow on your head?"

I didn't speak. Tongue stuck inside my enclosed mouth. Tippy knows me so well.

"See?" She says with a rise of brows, "Come on, let's go downstairs."