𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

miguel

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

i groaned rather loudly as i heard my phone vibrate for like the third time tonight. it was around 2 or 3am, and all i wanted was to sleep.

i ignored it, again, only for it to vibrate, again. "ughhh, what the fuck."

i grab the phone aggressively from the nightstand next to my bed and i pick up the call without even looking at who it was. "who is this and what do you want?"

i hear a laugh at the other end, "it's miguel."

"are you dying?" i mumble the question, waiting about five seconds for an answer. "no-"

"then why are you calling me at like two in the morning, i was having a good dream." i groan, my eyes finally fully opening. miguel laughs again, "sorry i'm calling so late. i just really missed you." i could practically hear the smile he most likely had on his face right about now.

"miggy," i drag out the end of his nickname, "we just saw each other like six hours ago." i laugh, sitting myself up on my bed.

"i know, but i couldn't sleep, and then i started thinking about you, and that made me miss you." i smile at my boyfriends cuteness.

i reach over and turn on my lamp, "meet me outside by the stairs?" i ask, "yeah, i'll be right out!" he exclaims excitedly, making me laugh before hanging up.

i get out from under the covers and slip on my slippers, grabbing the hoodie i had stolen from miguel and putting it on over the tank top i wore to sleep.

my aunt, who i lived with, worked the graveyard shift so she wasn't home. i simply walked out the front door and made my way over to the stairs that lead to the apartments below ours.

i spotted miguel already at the bottom of the stairs in a black shirt and grey sweatpants. i noticed his back was turned to the stairs and a devilish smirk made its way on my face.

i quietly walked down each of the steps, making sure not to alert him that i was there. once i made it behind him i was quick to put my hands over his eyes, making him tense up.

"guess who."

"uhm, harry styles?" he questions, making me laugh as i pull my hands back. "i wish." i sigh.

he turns around with a smile on his face, looking up at me since i am standing one step up from where he is on the stairs.

he grabs my hand in his and i follow him to sit at the bench that was randomly placed in the middle of the apartment building.

we sat down, miguel placing his arm around me and pulling me into his side. i laid my head in his chest, tuning out the sound of the late night traffic and only listening to his heartbeat.

"i'm sooo tired, why'd you have to wake me up." i mumble, my eyes closed. he laughs at me as he begins stroking my hair.

i move away from his grasp and stand up in front of him, "hey, you think the mini mart is open this late? i could use some snacks right about now."

he grins, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to him. i am now standing in between his legs, my arms around his neck and his around my waist. "i thought you were tired?"

i look down at him, the moonlight illuminating his tanned skin beautifully.

"eh, i was but now i'm hungry." he shakes his head at me, "well it probably is-" he's interrupted by the sound of a can falling, i turn around and follow his gaze.

"what are you kids doing out here this late?" johnny asks, picking up the can he dropped and flinging it into the dumpster.

we ignore his question, "hey, do you know if the mini mart is open this late?" miguel asks, eyebrows furrowed. johnny's looks at us in confusion as he walks closer to us, "yeah, they're open all night. why?"

"y/n/n's hungry." miguel smiles, looking up at me. "when is she not?" johnny asks, not realizing it had come out kinda offensive.

anyone who wasn't me would've taken offense, but i had gotten used to his humor. i laugh, moving my hands to grab miguel's and pulling him up from the bench. "come on let's go get snacks." i grin, "goodnight sensei." we wave as we watch johnny head of towards his own apartment.

we walk the few blocks to the mini mart, scanning through the snack aisle when we finally get there. i grab a few honey buns and an orange juice, and miguel grabs some m&ms and a water bottle.

"ten dollars." the cashier mumbles tiredly. i pull out the ten that was inside the pocket of hoodie, smiling at miguel, "lucky us, it's all i had."

"yeah, and i'm pretty sure it was mine." he laughs, noticing it wasn't only his ten dollar bill but also his hoodie. i laugh as we grab our bag and head back towards home.

"stay with me tonight." i smile, his hand in mine as he walks me up the stairs. "please." i pout, making puppy dog eyes at him.

"fine, only cause you'd still be asleep if it wasn't for me." he grins, i grab his arm and yank him inside my place. we make our way towards my room and turn on the small tv i had in there.

"what you wanna watch?" he asks opening netflix and surfing through the shows. "uhm, (f/s)!" i pipe up, emptying the bag of snacks on the bed before crawling under my covers.

"of course you do. why'd i even ask?" he chuckles, as he gets into bed next to me and plays the show.

for about the next hour we eat or snacks and watch the show. somewhere along the way we drifted off to sleep, miguel's arm under my head with me snuggled into his side.