DREAM KINGS (Shawn Mendes x Harry Styles)

C h a p t e r [178]

"I'll just go put on some pants." Shawn says then left to his room.

Tippy, Sam and I went downstairs and there, Mom and Aunty Mary happily say, "We're back!"

I gave them both a hug despite the fact that they're only gone for almost a day and a half, but it felt like forever.

"Wow, I can see your boobies sweetie."

"Mom!"

"What? It's natural."

"I know. The weather is just too hot I had to put this on."

"I feel you. I even have to sleep naked when I was your age."

"Um, okay mom. That's enough.."

"It was disturbing." Aunt Mary added.

"You're just jealous." Mom joked.

"Why would I be? I have bigger boobs than you when we were young."

"Alright, alright, enough with the boob talk. We have a guy around here." We all looked at Sam.

He's just standing while arms were wrapped around his chest, "I don't mind."

Without a word, Tippy devilishly looked at him and he slouched. "Anyways, Mrs. Archer?"

"Hm?"

"I believe May is going to cook for us a delicious breakfast. Right May?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"You don't."

"See?"

"Off to the kitchen!"

I head to the kitchen and began to cook. All of a sudden, I heard Shawn's voice in the living room with them, having a good laugh and obviously enjoying the good conversation. Their laughter's like a melody played in max volume, anyone in my position would love and would feel the comfort and happiness.

Flashback to those days where Dad left for abroad, it was just me and mom, and of course, Tippy. Until then, God seems to have made his way to expand this family of mine. Tippy, my sister by heart met Sam and he too, became like my brother. Aunt Mary decided to stay with us, Shawn came, Harry too and they're both stuck with us.

Shawn may have left me before but he came back and there's a saying that if someone really loves you, they will find their way and come wZeAback; and that's what happened between Shawn and I.

"Hey love?"

I look behind me over my shoulder.

"Need help?"

"Nah. I'm okay."

"You sure?"

"Yep. Don't leave them hanging."

"Then I won't. Call me when it's time to put down the plates."

"I will."

Then he left and their fun conversation continued. Time moves faster than it should, maybe that's how time deal with happiness, pushing it to end quickly than sadness. Halfway through cooking, I didn't call his name to help me fix the table, I did all myself; besides, it's not that hard and hearing their laughter is much more important than putting plates and utensils on the table. Another half an hour passed, all is done.