~ What If We could Rewrite the Stars ✨

Chapter 25

Dylan Evans was flabbergasted by the look reflected from Nate's eyes. He recounted how barbarous his words towards Nate were. An immediate regret engulfed his entire existence.

Dylan didn't know since when he got so used to his presence, he didn't know since when the smaller guy's smiles started to brighten up his entire day. At that very moment, all he knew was, he needs to make that priceless smile reappear on his little assistant's face.

Assistant.. Was Nate still just his assistant? - Dylan started wondering.

Mr. Thomas, as if reading his inner struggles, kept his hand reassuringly on Dylan's shoulder. This was the last bit of encouragement Dylan needed.

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With every single step he look, the sound of heartbroken wailing grew clearer and clearer.

Dylan's hand reached for the doorknob but the sound of erratic breathing combined with the sound of crying stopped him from opening the door. He felt really uncomfortable. It was as if not Nate who was feeling the pain, it was him. He was hurt. He felt as if someone was wringing his heart dry, causing pain to ooze out from every single pore of his body.

Dylan rested his forehead on the closed door. It was getting difficult for him to breathe with the lump in his throat. He tried to gulp it away.

After what felt like an eternity, he had finally gathered his willpower to dragged his own body to his bedroom.

Sigh..

No matter how he tried to control his emotions, all in vain. He couldn't bring himself to face Nate. But he also wanted to comfort him.

Dilemma~

It's past midnight now. Every second passed by in extreme mental agony. Sleep was, too, playing hide and seek with him like always. All that was left to do for Dylan, was twisting and turning on bed.

With the slightest of sounds, the bedroom door opened. Someone entered the absolutely dark room as noiselessly as he could.

Dylan was startled. He couldn't figure out who could it be. Was that a trespasser? A thief? Burglar? Murd-
He forced himself to stop overthinking. Who would want to murder him?? He was a superstar and everybody loved him. So, probably not a murderer.

But the intruder was acting weird. He seems to be well aware of furniture placement in this room. He seemed to know where his destination was. All Dylan could do was monitor his movements vaguely visible in the darkness.

But wait, why was he walking towards his bed? Wha-- he was climbing on it now. Dylan was about to shout out words of warning to the mysterious person, when a familiar natural body musk similar to the fragrance of baby powder hit his nostrils. His body visibly relaxed when he realised who that person was.

Hiccup.

Hiccup.

Hic-

The little guy was trying to control his hiccups as best as he could. But his uneven breathing was making it difficult to do so.

Hiccup.

Hiccup.

Dylan Evans couldn't believe a hiccup melted his heart so easily. Suddenly his arm got a mind of its own and wrapped itself around Nate's smol figure.

Startled, Nate faced towards Dylan.

Hiccup.

Nate covered his mouth with one hand this time.

"Your eyes are so beautiful.." Dylan whispered.

Nate's eyes that just got complemented by the only visual they wanted to perceive until the day they retire, widened in shock. He was so taken aback that his hiccups disappeared.

Dylan was satisfied with the reaction.

I have atleast some effect on him - he rejoiced internally.

"Sorry." Nate whispered back.

"Huh?" Dylan could not comprehend the reason why Nate was apologising.

"Sorry for not being honest with you last night." he said in a barely audible voice.

"You know what???? I hate lies.. and more importantly liers." His words kept repeating itself in his (Dylan's) mind.

He didn't know what else to do, let alone how to comfort him. So he placed his hand softly on Nate's cheek.

The unexpected sense of warmth made Nate's heart soft again.

"I didn't have any plan to go out today. But my family wanted me to go home for something important. I am sorry for breaking your trust. " A tiny drop of tear rolled down his cheek onto Dylan's hand as he spoke in a broken voice.

- "Nate?"

- " Do u regard me as your boss?"

- "Yes-"

- "..."

Nate was confused about the sudden question.

- "Nate. Did something happen to you when you were at home?"

Nate stared at his idol instead of answering the question.

- "You were crying before you came home. Isn't it?"

Nate could only nod in response. The more Dylan cared about him, the deeper he was falling for Dylan.

- "Would you hate me if I wasn't normal?" Nate asked in a small voice.

- " How are you not normal?"

- "umm.. ignore.."

Dylan didn't know when sleep arrived in his eyes and he drifted to Dreamland until he was awaken by Nate's quivering body in his arms.

Nate was crying again.

Dylan tightened his arms around Nate, and spoke in a gentle voice, "Cry. I am here."

Nate was moved. Dylan was the second person other than Pihu who didn't ridicule him for crying. Real men don't cry, they said. But Nate never understood how showing emotions made his less of a man anyway.

"My parents hate me." Nate couldn't keep it in anymore. He confessed in between sobs, "I feel so abandoned. I feel unimportant, uncherished. No one will ever love me. I--"

Before Nate could finish, a warm pair of lips had captured his ones.

He shut his eyes close as his heart began pumping wildly. He forgot he was crying. He forgot his entire existence. He was only there to follow Dylan's lead blindly. Only the present moment mattered now. Their lips working in perfect unison as if dancing to their own familiar primitive rhythm. Nate grabbed on Dylan's hairs as his sole support before drowning himself completely in his taste and warmth.

A moan escaped his mouth as his idol's hand were roaming restlessly on his back.

A hot tongue entered his mouth demanding ownership.

Nate was brought back to senses. What were they doing? His eyes snapped open, his lips stopped moving. Sensing a sudden lack of response, Dylan stopped.

"We-" Nate was once again interrupted. This time by Dylan's hand.

"Shhh! Don't ever say no one will ever love you infront of me again. It hurts. It really does."

" What the hell does that mean? Does Dylan like me? " Nate thought to himself. A tiny part of him wanted to ask out loud, but a greater part of him was afraid, afraid of loosing everything he has now.

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