First time writing lol. English is not my first language so i apologize if there are some mistakes I may have overlooked.
You were always a light sleeper; that wasn't new. Even the tiniest sound could wake you up; a mosquito flying near your ear, the sound of footsteps in the hallway, the mere feeling of something changing in the atmosphere surrounding your sleep. So It wasn't strange that the feeling of something moving in the bed made you regain consciousness. It was even less surprising that your boyfriend was the one to blame. You opened your eyes slowly, feeling the dim light of the bedside lamp lighting the room. "Liam…", you whined, voice still raspy from sleep. You weren't fully awake yet, face now buried in the pillow in a desperate attempt to avoid the light that seeped into your sleepy eyes and your arm reaching to the side of the bed that still had some rest of the warmth that belonged to the man who was now, selfishly in your opinión, preparing to abandon the comfort of his king-size bed.
"Go to sleep, babe," he said, touched by the sight before him: his beautiful girlfriend wearing one of his t-shirts as pajamas, a t-shirt that, over the the months, had found its place under the pillow on the side of the bed you always occupied whenever you agreed to give him the honor of putting aside your routine to spend the night at his house, only after spending hours coaxing you with indulgent kisses and the same old argument:'Its too late anyway'. It always worked, and you would end up on the left side of his huge bed, the side that was near the window. "What time is it?" you asked, already longing for the feeling of his weight bedside you and knowing you wouldn't be able to fall asleep properly again unless he came back to bed. "Around four" Liam said, fully concentrated on putting his trainers on, knowing that if he looked at you for a minute longer, he would surrender and climb back into bed with you again, even though you hadn't actually asked him to yet.
"You're mad, I swear to god". Now fully annoyed, you rolled onto your back and finally opened your eyes fully, finding your boyfriend standing in front of the window, staring at a sky still covered in stars. If he squinted hard enough, he could swear they looked just like the moles on your back, the ones he liked to count while you slept face down, your bare torso pressed against the mattress and your face buried in the pillow. And he felt stupid for yearning after something that was already right there, only a few inches away. "I'll be back before you know it, love," he said with a tender smile, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you and caressing your cheek with his warm hand. You wanted to curse him, really, because he always did the same thing: begged you to stay over only to wake up at an absurd hour to go on his routine jog and abandon you. "The sun hasn't even come up yet," you argued, gripping his wrist to keep his hand where it was, though he had no intention of moving it. "I know, babe," he said, holding back a laugh at the sight of you: face still a little swollen from sleep, your eyes barely open, a few rebellious strands of hair stuck to your forehead. And yet he could swear you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
"Please just stay a bit longer, won't be able to sleep" you practically begged. He couldn't help but laugh at that. Because the last time you'd said the exact same thing, convincing him to stay in bed for a few more hours until it was a normal time to go for a walk, you'd fallen asleep almost immediately, hugging his pillow and invading his side of the bed. He had taken out his phone and snapped a picture of you that now rested in the folder he'd created especially for photos of you. "Yeah, yeah. You know that won't work again" he murmured, kissing your forehead once, then twice, then adding a third one to your nose just because he couldn't help himself. Not when it came to you. You groaned at the gesture, pretending to be annoyed by it when it actually made your toes curl and your cheeks flush pink. You felt stupid for reacting that way. After all, you were a grown woman, a twenty-something-year-old getting flustered over a few kisses from your maybe-too-old-for-you boyfriend. "Sleep with me when you come back?" You murmured, already feeling your eyelids growing heavier. "Course, love," Liam said, giving you one final peck on the lips. You hummed in response, already halfway asleep again. Liam stayed for a moment longer than he should have, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against your cheek before he finally forced himself to stand up. The second he was on his feet, you let out a displeased noise and pulled the duvet Closer to yourself, as if protesting his departure even in your sleep. He couldn't help but smile at that.
He took another look at the window, the sky was still black and the streets were empty. The glass was fogged up from the cold of december. Turning around on his heel, he walks around the bed to turn off the bedside lamp that still illuminated the room with a faint amber glow, the one that you once mentioned you loved because it made everything look more cozy, unlike the white LED lights that illuminated every other room in his house. The next time you came over after you mentioned it, he had already changed all the lights to warmer colors. You noticed, of course you did, and when you call him out on It he couldn't help but feel like a little boy who got caught, immediately downplaying It, justifying it by saying he just wanted you to feel more comfortable, the wave of love that flooded your chest at such mundane action that yet felt so intimate had made you kiss him so hard he swears that if he close his eyes now, he can still feel the press of your lips over his.
Shaking his head as a try to put the memory away, he walked outside the bedroom, carefully closing the room to try not to wake you. Walking down the stairs he hears the little steps of Buttons, already greeting him knowing that it's time for the morning jog of everyday. "Well, hello there, darling girl," He said, using the soft voice he reserved only for her and you. After putting her on a lead he heads to the door, opening it to be greeted by the morning chill. The sky now was slowly illuminating, the stars starting to disappear to be replaced by the glow of the sunshine now, he takes a look to his watch and realize it was almost five am. He then starts walking, letting buttons stop to do her needs and taking a look at the thin layer of morning frost that covered the grass. It was actually a really cold morning, maybe colder than yesterday or even the day before. It would be nice to be in bed right now. With you. He lets his mind think about it more than he should. How you looked so warm in the morning, all cozy in his bed with his t-shirt on after having dinner at some restaurant you have been insisting to go and, after he obliged to your proposal even though he would have rather stay in and order something, he argued that you had to accept his proposal of staying at his for the night. It wasn't hard to convince you after maybe too many glasses of some expensive white wine he had bought you and an hour later you were laying in his bed only in your underwear, a light blue knickers that you're still wearing now, only that this time you have his t-shirt on. And he feels stupid for the second time in the morning, because before he realizes he's already turning around and heading back home, with you.
Seven minutes later Liam was back in the house, he took off buttons lead, giving her a pat on her head and apologising for the short walk. "Fucking hell," he said under his breath. Seven minutes. The jog had lasted exactly seven minutes, long enough for him to realize that it was freezing cold outside and that he couldn't stop thinking about the warm bed he'd voluntarily abandoned with the beautiful girl sleeping in it, plus, Buttons seemed ready to head back inside. She look like she actually couldn't care less, immediately laying down in her little bed, clearly happy to be back in the house after the time she spent freezing outside. Liam took his parka off and hung it on the coat rack, right beside the black overcoat you wore last night. He remembered the black dress you were also wearing and that now remains on his bedroom floor, after being carelessly thrown by himself in a hurry to see your naked form. He practically runs up the stairs to where you are now sleeping and quietly shut the door once he's inside. A laugh immediately escaped him at the look in front of him. Somehow, in less than half an hour you had completely taken over the mattress. His pillow was trapped in your arms, one leg thrown over the duvet, hair spread across the sheets. You had even migrated to his side of the bed.
"Greedy little thing," he said under his breath. You didn't react. Not even a twitch. Completely gone. Liam stood there for a moment longer than necessary, trainers still on, hands on his hips, staring at you like a complete idiot, feeling like one for what he reckoned was the third time this morning. Because no matter how much he loved his routine, his morning runs, or that precious alone time, all It took was one look at you asleep in his bed and suddenly none of that seemed particularly important. With a quiet sigh, he sat down on the little space you left on the right side of the bed and started taking off his shoes, the movement causing the mattress to shift slightly. Immediately, your eyebrows knitted together and a second later your hand reached blindly across the sheets, searching. Liam felt something warm settle in his chest. "I'm here, love" he whispered, without wanting to wake you. Satisfied, you relaxed again, freeing his pillow from the prison of your arms and gently moving your body to be back at your side of the bed. "Thought you'd be longer", you mumbled, words a bit slurred by sleep. He looked down, amused.
A laugh escaped him, fully out of his trainers now, he sat better on the bed. "Right"
"Told you i wouldn't sleep"
"I literally saw you asleep"
"I was not" you argued, not even opening your eyes.
"You're having a conversation with your eyes closed." A small frown appeared on your face as you tried to think of an argument. Liam watched the effort with a grin, finding far too much entertainment in your sleepy state. Then, without warning, you lifted the blanket and lazily patted the empty space beside you. An invitation. Simple as that. Without another word, he slid back beneath the covers. The mattress dipped beneath his weight and before he could even settle properly, you were already moving toward him. A sleepy hand grabbed the front of his t-shirt, your leg tangling with his beneath the sheets. Your head found his familiar place against his chest as though it belonged there. Maybe It did.
"Missed you," you sighed, voice barely above a whisper. Before he could even answer, you were dead to the world again, so he content himself by wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Your breathing had evened out, soft and steady against him, fast asleep. He wasn't far behind, and as he stared at the faint glow beginning to appear beyond the curtains, Liam couldn't help but think that tomorrow he'd definitely go for his walk.
If you weren't staying over.
Which, unfortunately for his self-discipline, you almost certainly were.
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