Mine | Ethan Dolan (AU)

07| breakfast

August 29th,

Luca's pov |

The repetitive sound of knocking filled my ears, not only that— but a wave of pain shooting through my head as i groaned and held onto it to try and ease the pain.

"What!" I called out, hearing someone from a far sigh and shuffle around.

I sat up and furrowed my brows, seeing ethan laying on my bedroom floor with a dark purple hello kitty blanket and a small pillow underneath his head.

Confused as to why he was there, I threw a pillow at him making sure that I wasn't dreaming.

He flinched, waking up as he rubbed his tired eyes.

Uwu.

Was all I thought. Seeing him like this just set off something in my head.

I didn't mind it either.

He looked at me confused, then managed to sit up full as he ran his hands through his hair.

The knocking started up again as another wave came over me, only this time.

It was fear.

I quickly got up from my bed and ran towards the door, motioning for Ethan to do something.

I opened the door, my head still pounding out of my skin to see dad in his uniform standing in the doorway.

"I just wanted to make sure you were up." he said, shifting his weight onto his other hip.

"Y-yeah, I'm up." I trailed off, still motioning Ethan to move away from where dad could see him.

"What are you doing home? I thought you said you were gonna be gone all weekend?" I asked, regaining my balance and holding onto the doorframe.

"They closed the case, the guy's in jail now." he shrugged.

"Oh." I whispered.

"Well! I'm not leaving for work just let, I made you guys breakfast if you're hungry." he laughed before kissing my forehead and walking down the stairs.

He knows.

I closed the door quietly and around to see Ethan wrapped up in my blue blankets taking pictures of himself.

I let out a laugh, raising my brows at him as I walked over to him, throwing a pillow at his face.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, but still maintaining a harsh whisper.

I shook my head at him, getting up from the bed and grabbing a pair of pajama bottoms from my floor and going into the bathroom.

The feeling of my skinny jeans coming off my body was like peeling dried glue off the palm of your hand: refreshing and oddly satisfying.

I knocked off the rest of pants as I tumbled over, my head still pounding.

If it wasn't obvious enough.