Chapter 4
"Uuugh, this morning was so boring…" Noctis groaned as he flopped down onto the couch next to Prompto.
"Long boring royal studies?" Prompto asked.
"You know it. I'm so worn out from all of it, but Ignis is always like 'you gotta do this and gotta do that. It's what is expected of a prince blah blah blah.' I'm just tired of that and I wanna just sit here and place Assassin's Creed."
"So why don't we play then?"
"You have a good point," Noctis smiled before they started up the game.
They had started to play but less than an hour in Noctis was already growing tired. He yawned and started leaning back against the couch. Prompto didn't mind that at all, but then Noctis seemed to actually fall asleep and his body shifted to rest against Prompto.
"Huh? Noct?" Prompto asked with wide eyes.
He waited for a moment, but Noctis didn't stir. He was a rather heavy sleeper after all and once he was out, he was out for quite some time. So now Prompto was trapped there, with Noctis laying against him. He was sure Noctis would wake though if he moved out of the way, but he looked so peaceful. He needed this sleep.
Without even thinking Prompto reached forward to brush away some of Noctis's hair that covered his face. People joked he was emo or something for styling his hair like that, but Prompto thought it was cute. Though it only took him a couple seconds to realize what he was doing and he pulled back his hand in horror.
"Was I seriously just playing with Noct's hair?!" Prompto shouted internally. "It's bad enough I already love him but I can't be doing this! What if he woke up and saw me? He would totally want me to leave and never would speak to me ever again."
While he was internally screaming and scolding himself he lurched forward slightly, and gasped for air. "Crap! Why does it have to come up now!"
As much as Prompto didn't want to wake Noctis by moving, he was positive that coughing up flowers would wake him. So he slowly slid away from Noctis, pulling away from that warm body that ignited happiness in his heart, and staggered to the bathroom.
He locked the door and tried to cough as distinctly as he could, trying to gather up all the petals he could into his palms. It was growing worse now and there were more and more petals every time he had a fit. He could still breath fairly fine, but he knew it was beginning to become troublesome.
Once he had his handful of petals he dumb them into the toilet and flushed them away. The last thing he needed was for Noctis to find them. He didn't want to draw any attention to himself because of his emotions. He had to keep this secret, and that was exactly what he planned to do.
I forgot to post yesterday! But I remembered today at least! Hope you enjoyed!