DREAM KINGS (Shawn Mendes x Harry Styles)

C h a p t e r [175]

Oh wow. It's almost a month since an update. I'm so sorry. I just felt a little down.. I shouldn't have doubted my instincts, NEVER EVER DOUBT WHAT YOUR INSTINCTS ARE TELLING YOU! BE CAUTIOUS! Anyways, he's another chapter, I guess we'll have 5 more chapters and this story will finally come to an end. Thank you so much everyone. I love you all SO MUCH.
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"SH—SHAWN!" I yelled, "WHERE DID YOU—HOW—"

"I was calling your number but you're not picking up. I called multiple times until I heard it ringing in your room, the door is open, so I thought you were there. Sorry I went in without your permission but I found it, it's under the bed and I thought maybe you dropped it and need help looking for it and—"

"GIVE IT BACK!"

"WHOA!"

I tried to jump to get the my phone back but he's so tall, he even raised his hand up, making it even higher for me to reach.

"Wait! Your sexy boyfriend needs an answer!"

"SHAAAAAWN!"

I grunt as I jump, struggling to get it.

"No!"

I feel the heat rushing on my face and my neck. Forgetting all about the food I'm cooking.

"GIVE IT BACK MENDES!"

"It's burning!" He sniffles, "IT'S BURNING!!"

I hurried back to the pan, smoke comes out from the surface, the ingredients, they're all burnt, "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" I turn the stove off and with a raging glare, I look at him over my shoulder.

"Hey, that's your fault. Not mine."

I stomp my feet as I make my way with the assurance of taking my phone back. He swiftly stashed my phone inside his pants. I gasped.

"What. The. Fudge." The words I let out of my mouth.

He smirks, "Well, I'm not moving. You can take it without force."

"There is no way I'm touching that phone again."

"Why not?"

"Duh! That's disgusting."

He laughed, "The what? Your phone inside my pants or the idea of it touching my d—"

"Oh my god! Who the hell am I even talking to?! Are you even Shawn?!"

"Obviously not. You know who."

"Ugh! Don't use that Benito Benito thing to me again Mendes."

"Why not? Don't you love Benito?"

I hardly rolled my eyes with a groan, "You know what, sure. You can keep my phone. Take it. It's all yours."

As I was about to go back to continue and recook the failure I made, he pulled my phone out. When I saw him take it out, I realize it's not actually inside his underwear or even his pants. It was just halfway tucked on the waist part. I thought he was about to hand it over but he gives one more long stare at it.

"I really can't believe you're looking at these pictures." He said in a deep even manly voice.

I made a gulp and it felt like I swallowed my own throat. I swiftly took my phone away from his hands, "I was not!"

"Really."

"Really.."

He shrugs, "Food's burnt. What're you gonna do next?"

I look over the pan and it's just pure horror. The meat's all shrunken, rough and dark. It's like the black hole came to posses it.

"I.." I don't think this can go more further make over. It can't do anymore recooking, if it does, then I'm just sick in the head, "I'm not hungry anyways."