style: fluff, drop of angst
the sun was perfectly casted through the space between the curtains so that it shined against the skin of the sleeping male. the couple lay flat against the bedsheets, legs tangled but they were hardly close. he draped one arm over her waist and she turned to the side to sleep peacefully. that was exactly how they woke up the next morning.
she squinted her eyes due to the brightness, leaning to grab and check her phone until she realised she was trapped. when glancing down to the arm holding her in place, she had remembered the night before and turned to stare at the ceiling. maybe she’d regret it all, but for now he was hers and she was going to cherish every moment.
images of chaste kisses flashed through her mind and she smiled, her head tilting to the side so that she could see him instead. smiling widely, she ran her fingers through his messy dark hair.
the contact caused him to open one eye slightly, smiling sheepishly before digging his red cheeks into his pillow. she could’ve screamed just at the sight but decided against that and instead rolled over into his arms.
he smiled down at her, placing his warm hand against her cheek and gently carressing it. the eye contact never came to a stop and the silence was comfortable. the two smiles were wide and genuine.
they stayed like that for a while, her forefinger tracing delicate shapes around his shoulder as he ran his fingers through her hair. neither of them wanted to leave until the idea of making brownies for breakfast came up. soon they were up, kind of.
it took a lot of pulling and lazy dressing but they made it to the kitchen eventually. they were still hardly dressed, her in his shirt that almost drowned her and him in only a pair of sweatpants, but they were partially covered.
the majority of the baking was sharing strawberries and eating the ingredients, but they tried to stay focused. their smiles were mischevious as the same idea hit them. she grabbed a handful of cocao powder and pressed it against his face, him coughing and having to wipe his glasses before reaching for the leftover melted choclate. he frowned jokingly as he challenged her, “it’s on,” and the two fought with the ingredients.
it was a slippery mess of brownie batter and almost every part of their skin was covered in some kind of ingredient. his finger scraped the last of what was left in the bowl and he swiped his coated thumb across her bottom lip. before she could lick it off, his hands pressed gently against her cheeks and he pulled her closer so that their lips met.
they were lost in the kiss as soon as her hands found their way up to his hair. he had her sat up on the counter as he stood in between her legs and held onto her thighs to keep her close. their lips moved in perfect sync and pulling away left them completely breathless. she blushed a deep red and could only muster up the courage to comment, “wow.”
later that day, after showering and dressing appropriately for the day (so simple, casual and comfy clothing), they were joking around in the living room of her apartment. she wanted to dance despite never trying to really dance before, but who else would teach her?
every mistake earned a pinch to the cheek and a small, “it’s ok, you’re doing great sweetie,” to which they both laughed. he guided her with his hands on her waist, concentrating on the mirror in front of them.
one move had her slip, but he was there to dramatically catch her and spin her back up into his arms. “you’re such a dork.” she laughed and pushed his face away from hers.
“and you’re a clutz,” he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “an extremely clumsy and and silly clutz.”
the next day was even lazier. they woke up at different times in the morning and met in the kitchen for a quick, “good morning baby,” and a soft but short kiss. they drank their coffee and fed each other toast with jam, then heading back into the living room where they fought over what they should order for dinner later.
it was decided that they’d order snacks to watch movies all day and were now cuddling against the soft material of the couch. he ran his fingers through her hair slowly and delicately so that she could relax into his embrace. every so often she’d lean her head back to catch his lips with hers or to throw a piece of popcorn his way hoping he’d catch it in his mouth.
“how have you not missed any of these?”
“what can i say, i’m good with my mouth.” he winked and she sighed with disappointment, throwing a piece of popcorn at him but instead aimed for his chest. when it hit him, he raised a brow and pushed her back against the couch, hovering over her.
she giggled as his hands met her sides and he tickled her until she was squirming. in defense she threw another piece and climbed out from underneath him but he pulled her back and left sweet kisses down her neck. she thought she’d escaped it but she was very wrong, he went straight back to tickling her sides.
“b-bran— stop!” she stuttered out, unable to keep still in his arms. he didn’t give up though and pulled her back as they fell onto the couch. “stop, please!” she whined and pouted at him.
“that’s not what you were saying last night,” he snuck the joke in and she frowned, slapping his arm that rested just above her shoulder. they both laughed as he fell down to crush her, snuggling up to watch another movie.
one morning it was decided that yet another lazy day, although wanted, was not needed. so the two went out for coffee, hand’s intertwined as they stood in the queue. they went from standing side by side to her standing in front of him to use him as support and him swaying her back and forth, then she held tightly onto his arm and rested against it but soon he had to get her order for her while she sat down.
his eyes never left her face. he admired the way her lashes met when she blinked and then disappeared to show her beautiful eyes. the way her lips curved up into a gorgeous smile all because of him made his heart ache in the best way possible and her fingers tapping against the thermal of coffee set him at ease.
“hey, baby,” he smiled softly and reached out for her hand across the table. they interlocked their fingers and she looked up with curious eyes, wanting to know what he’s going to say. “i love you so much, honestly, and i mean it.”
it was almost a shock to her heart when she heard him say those three words for the first time in their relationship. she noticed his gaze fell and a blush risen to his face after he claimed his love for her, but she felt the same way. “i love you more, and you can’t deny it.”
“why can’t i love you even more?”
“because i have to love you the most.”
after coffee they had ice cream and ended up sharing the two flavours. in the end, she finished his too and they both laughed at her love for the sugary treat.
then he stopped her in the street to hold her hands and stare into her eyes. he leaned down so that their gazes were level before pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. he tasted of toffee, her strawberry, and the flavours met to make a wonderful concoction in their mouths.
that night, she wasn’t ready to let go. no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that she’d be ok, she knew she wouldn’t. she couldn’t sleep and instead stared at his sleeping figure in the dark. he woke and stretched, reaching out to brush her tears away from her cheeks.
“i promise i’ll be back in your arms before you can even say mississippi,” he lightened the mood and she laughed, wiping the tear that fell down to her cheek. “don’t worry baby, i’m not going away forever.”
“it feels like it when you’re gone.” she mumbled as she snuggled in closer to him. he gently stroked her hair and waited for her to drift off to sleep before he stared blankly at the curtains on the other side.
maybe i am going away forever.
she hugged him tightly at the bus stop in the morning, arms around his neck as she let the tears fall down onto his shoulder. he pulled away to wipe at the tears yet again and kissed her softly, pulling away shortly to go straight back in again.
she tried to savour every moment, taking in his tired smiles and slightly tousled hair. she kissed him repeatedly up until the moment he stepped onto the bus. “please stay safe, i love you so much. call me when you arrive, i want to hear your voice. remember to eat and rest, please don’t get so stressed out by the music.”
“baby, calm down.” his voice was gentle and he stepped back off to pull her into one last hug. she buried her head into his chest as she let the tears fall and sobbed into the material. she looked a mess but she didn’t care too much.
“i really don’t want you to go.” she cried and wrapped her arms gently around his neck, his hands on her waist as he rocked them side to side. the bus driver angrily called for him to get on and he nodded, biting his lip as he struggled not to let a tear fall.
“i love you the most, and i’m sorry.” he kissed her cheek gently before getting on the bus and sitting down at the back. he instantly put his headphones in and didn’t dare to look out of the window at her one last time. he missed her last smile and wave, but it would’ve hurt his already guilty and empty heart.
she watched as the bus left with the love of her life on it. it felt like her heart had been torn in two and she needed him to glue the pieces back together.
but the following weeks, she didn’t get a text back or a call from him. it went on like that for the entirety of the tour, months. she got excited seeing a car pull up the day after tour ended to then realise it was a stranger going to the house across the road.
no texts, no calls, yet he updated on all of his social media accounts. she used to laugh at his snapchat stories from the tour with the boys but now it gave her a bitter, cold feeling.
was he ever going to come back as he promised he would?
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