~ What If We could Rewrite the Stars ✨

Chapter 14

Nate's POV

The flower crown... I know Dylan didn't mean harm. He most probably did it for fun, but it reminded me of my loss, it reminded me of my failure, it reminded me of everything I desperately wanted to leave behind.

That flower crown reminded me of my baby, reminded me of my Daisy. I was so happy back then while buying this for her. I had taken it to the airport so that I could welcome my princess the way I wanted. But... Dreams do break and so did my heart. The lady who gave me warmth of the bond between siblings, despite being not even remotely related to me, has secretly left us all behind on this mortal plane.

I remember, how many months I had spend visiting the police in order to get a little bit information about Irene and Iris. I remember how devastating it was for me to know about that horrible accident. I remember how helpless I felt when the police informed they lost all tracks of Iris.
The only thing I knew was she survived the tragedy.

I failed her totally as her godfather. I promised to protect her from everything. I failed so horribly. The very least I could do was ensuring her well-being, but I don't even know where she is, how she is... Does she even remember me? Does she blame me? Does she hate me? Will she forgive me if we meet in future?

"You look beautiful with it on." I heard Dylan praising me. Had it been any other time, I would have felt ecstatic by his acknowledgement. But not at this moment, not when I remembered again how much of a failure I am.

"Thank you." It was all that I could say at that moment.

He went to washroom. I have little time to collect myself.

Breathe in... Breathe out... Breathe in... Breathe out .  Breathe in.. breath-

Knock knock..

Lucas was back with my dinner. For a split second I wished I didn't ask him for food. I wanted to be alone.

"Thanks" I said.

"Is everything alright?" He gave my shoulder a little squeeze looking concerned.

"I'm fine."

Bang..

The sudden loud sound made me jump. Turning around I saw Dylan standing awkwardly infront of my bathroom door.

"It wasn't on purpose." He said rather sheepishly before entering my bedroom again.

What wasn't on purpose? I still couldn't understand him completely even after all these years.

Lucas and I are a hearty dinner. I was full to the extent that I couldn't move properly. My mood lifted up magically. I want to sleep.

But again, I need to shift tonight. Bidding him goodbye, I lazily walked back to my room. Back in my room I saw something I never ever imagined, not even in my craziest of imaginations.

Dylan was sprawled all over my bed. I tiptoed nearer. His sleeping face looked so innocent and peaceful, as if he doesn't have any worry on this earth. Lifted his head up as softly as I could without disrupting his sleep and placed my pillow under it. Squatting down near his feet, I helped him take of his shoes and socks. Once other things were done, I covered him with my blanket. He immediately curled up in its comfort. He must have been very tired to fall asleep just like that- I thought to myself.

For rest of the time he was sleeping, I packed my luggage paying special attention to maintaining silence. Honestly, there wasn't many things to pack- Dylan's signed jersey, my clothes, skincare, haircare, sneakers, shoes and my plushie. Ah! My toothbrush too.

It took me around an hour to pack up all the essentials. I waited for thirty more minutes, but there was no sign of Dylan waking up. On the contrary I could hear soft snores now.

It's getting really late now. I had no choice other than waking him up.

"Mr. Evans." No reply from his side. So I called again, "Mr. Evans? Dyl-an? Dylan wake up. We need to go home."

Home and him- aren't they synonymous to me??

Still no sign of him waking up.

How can this guy sleep like a piggy?

I changed my strategy. This time I pulled the blanket away.

"Dylan Evans wake up!" I pushed him.

This helped. I could see his sleepy eyes staring at me in confusion.

Dylan's POV

I was smiling at his choice of toothbrush. Hah! A grown up man using a freaking Pikachu toothbrush?? Adorable.

But my mood turned sour when I saw Lucas's hand on his shoulder.

I wanted to rip that hand off!!

Bang!!

I closed the door forcibly, releasing my anger in the process.

I knew my brain wasn't working right. I needed sleep. Insomnia really was taking toll on my mental health. I am getting pissed off over intimacy of two guys- not a good sign.

His bed was inviting me. My body needed sleep, my mind needed sleep, my soul needed sleep. It's been three years since I last slept properly. Maybe I could catch a nap if I am lucky enough.

I walked towards his bed and sat on it. Closing my eyes to catch a nap, I slowly drifted towards a much needed space .

"Wake up....... go home..." My brain registered a faint call. "Dylan, wake up" Someone was calling me, urging me to resurface above my subconscious. But it was so warm and cozy and comforting, I didn't want to leave it's embrace. That much cherished warmth vanished after a few moments making me whine like a dissatisfied baby.

"Dylan Evans, wake up!" This time I heard the voice loud and clear. Someone was pushing me.

I had to open my eyes against my will.

What is Nate doing on my bed?

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A/N: Gameboys Ep 11, 12, 13 delayed by 2 weeks . My Friday 😶🥺