DREAM KINGS (Shawn Mendes x Harry Styles)

C h a p t e r [152]

"Shawn, we shouldn't.. they might see us.."

"Don't worry, they won't, they can't. Our hands're too low for them to see from the back."

I didn't speak, besides it's not like we're violating something. Are we? His hand felt so good, holding mine like a small ball in his palms and grips of fingers. While he steers the wheel, I saw his tattoos again.

"Shawn?"

"Hm?"

"May I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Um.. why'd you decided to get those tattoos?"

"Well," he snickers, "I was just fascinated by them."

"Fascinated? Wow. I.. I didn't know that."

"Yes. Actually, the guitar tattoo was already tattooed when we were still in college. Remember when I used to excuse myself to the restroom?"

"Yeah?"

"I usually check it there. See if it's becoming more obvious than ever."

"How come I didn't saw that when I was wiping your arms with a towel when you got sick?"

"Because they were just lines before. They're incredibly small and thin, just like an outline."

"Wait, what? So you mean those weren't scratches from when you fell on the ground?"

"I didn't get the front of my forearm to hit the ground, I have them wrapped around you, remember? I only got scratches—"

"On your back, yeah.."

Honestly, it didn't looked like they were tattoo outline, it really looked like scratches. He must've really got a good artist and medium to use on his skin.

"What do you think about it though? Does it look ugly? Disgusting or nasty or—"

"No, no. I think they're amazing but not gonna lie—"

"You're not good at it anyways."

"Jerk. When first I saw them, I'm seriously surprised. EXTREMELY SURPRISED."

"It's not only you though. Everyone who knows me was shocked to see these. Some even looked dismayed but I don't mind. It's like an art painted on your skin and will remain like that forever."

"Wow. Okay, Shakespeare."

After driving for hours and having a random conversation for 180 minutes, a moan came from the back. I immediately let Shawn's hand go and place it on my legs. I tried to act normally but Shawn seems to not care if they see us holding hands or not.

It was just that, a moan and then it's quiet again. Shawn looks at me, flipped his hand and asked for mine. I looked at them before agreeing to put my hand down onto his, once again. He rubs his thumb against my skin, caressing.

A few moments later..

"Where are we?" Tippy asked in a rough voice.