DREAM KINGS (Shawn Mendes x Harry Styles)

C h a p t e r [138]

I turn my eyes to his direction with an unsure feeling, but I thought I was the only one who heard him say that.

Mom and Aunt Mary looked at him too, and he has to correct himself with a stutter, "I—I meant to say the bacon. The bacon looks good too."

"Do you now child?" Aunt Mary asks.

"Yes."

I didn't respond nor bothered to look at him again but is it wrong to remember how he kissed me last night at the cinema? I can still feel his wet smooth lips pressed against mine and he knows I'm still thinking about it.

After spending time with them at the table, it's time to wash the plates and clean up the mess. I told mom that I'd help her clean them but Shawn volunteered to wash the dishes and take her place instead; mom insisted but he's too pushy; so mom just let him do it.

Standing at the sink, classifying the dishes to where it belongs. Plates to plates, glasses to glasses and spoons and forks to spoons and forks. Mom and Aunt Mary left to the living room and left the two of us alone.

The air starts to choke me, the temperature's rising and I don't even know if it's a good or a bad thing. He stands beside me, holding the dirty plates. He asks in a very sweet tone like he's trying to fix what he broke, "Hey.. where do I put this?"

"Huh?" I turn my head up to him and the view I saw is out of this world, then looked away immediately. I didn't mean to stutter but I guess my feelings weren't done with him at all, "O—Oh, h—here. Down here." I pluck my head, pointing down at the sink.

"Here?"

"Yes."

He carefully puts down the plates and I saw his burn scar. The scar that just gave me another trip to the memory lane. He burned himself years ago when we're just starting to get to know each other and as far as I can remember, it's when we were at the serve-yourself restaurant, picking grilled meat when he dumbly hurt himself, burning his finger. Or I'm wrong?

I don't know why but it's so stupid of me to point out his finger.. which I did.

"That scar.." I mumble and realized what I said. I looked at him again and he's already looking back. I quickly look away and put my eyes down to the glasses and with a huge gulp, I pick up one glass to rub the soapy sponge against it.

"Yeah.." he chuckles, "I remember you scolding me because I didn't want you to treat it."

"Oh? I did?" I said, pretending to forget.

"Lying again. Early in the morning."

"Wha—what are you talking about?! I—I'm not lying!"

"Right, you're not. You're telling the truth." He says sarcastically.

"What's with that tone?"

"What tone?"

"You sound sarcastic!"

"Sarcastic?"

"YES!"

"So.. what are you gonna do? Kiss me?"

I stopped washing the dishes. I glare at him and mutter, "Stop pissing me off."

"Why would I piss you off? I'm just trying to help you."