They Belong Together [dreamnotfound]

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“You need to rest, okay?” He asked quietly.

“No, I'm fine-”

“No, you need to rest, I'm not arguing over this.” He looked me sharp in the eye. “Lie down please would you?” He faked the british accent in mocking tone.

I bit the inside of my cheek not to laugh or smile, but alas, how could I not?

“Ooh, look who's smiling!”

Though, the smile soon disappeared.
The pain was there again.

“Wh-what's going on?”

“My head hurts,” I said closing my eyes.

“Um,” He looked around as if to think. “Alright, I'll be back in a second.”

“Wh-” I tried to ask but only ended up sighing audibly while he jumped and in two big steps left the room.

He soon came back holding a glass of water and a small pill in his hand.

“What's that?” I ask, sitting up.

“Ibuprofen. It'll help with the headache.”

He handed me the pill and I weakly wrapped my fingers around the cold glass.

I placed it on the table by his bed and soon remembered. His room. I'm in his room.

“I'll go to-”

“No.” He answered simple.

“What do you mean no?” I asked, a smile covering my genuine confusion.

“No, you're staying there until you get better, do you need anything?”

I raised my brows and looked up at him.
“Um, no?”

“Okay, you lie there and rest and I'll be in the-”

“Dream!” I said loudly, surprising myself too with the unexpected wave of confidence.

“Yeah?”

“Could you like... stay here?” I bite my tongue waiting for his reaction.

Instead of a reaction all I got from him was a wide smile on his face before he walked back to the bed. “Of course.” He answered and lay beside me, on his side, facing me.

“Thanks.” I answered quietly and allowed myself to look into his eyes once again.

His eyes. He had that smile on his face, that smile that I wanted so hard to return and I finally did now, I did. I smiled back at him and my cheeks — if they already weren't — started burning.

He raised his hand and placed it on my forehead, his thumb slowly brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

I did my best not to, but my shoulders trembled and as if I crumbled under his touch, fire was there again, slower now, slower and more gentle. Genuine.

“How are you now?” He asked not moving his hand, his fingers still tangled in my hair.

“I am... fine. Really. A little tired.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded and smiled again.

I let my eyes travel across his face, exploring details I couldn't have seen before when a thought crosses my mind.

I am in his bed. Lying in his bed. Did he even end the stream?

I am in his room, his bed. His scent wrapping me in a warm embrace, his scent everywhere around me, and I, as if I'm ruining his space. Ruining it with my presence.