𝗡𝗢𝗔𝗛 & 𝗝𝗢𝗦𝗛 ➵ imagines

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗧𝗼 𝗕𝗲𝗱, Noah

It's currently almost eleven in the evening. You enter the living room to find your boyfriend practicing a new Now United dance. "Baby," you say. He hums to let you know that he heard you while he keeps dancing and his eyes are still glued to Kyle, who is explaining the choreography on the television. "It's pretty late and I'm going to bed." Noah nods but doesn't respond in any other way. He doesn't even give you a goodnight kiss, which he normally never forgets.

When he keeps dancing, you walk up to him and place a quick kiss on his cheek. "Don't make it too late baby," you tell him. You roll your eyes as he still doesn't look away from the television. "Alright, goodnight," with those words you exit the living room.

In bed, you can't help but feel bad for him. He's been trying to get that choreography for days now, but still seems to mess up. If only you could help him, but since you have two left feet you don't think that you'll be any help. [A/N: sorry for all the dancers here] The pity feeling makes you tired and after a while, you fall asleep.

It is 1 am when you wake up again. You're a little cold. When you turn around to search for your boyfriend's warmth, he is nowhere to be found.

You sit up, rub the sleep out of your eyes and put on one of his hoodies that is hanging in his closet. You carefully walk downstairs, since you're still very sleepy.

Once you arrive you find a very tired looking Noah in front of the television. He doesn't notice you entering the living room as he grunts from frustration when he messes up the moves.

When you walk up to him his face shoots up to you. A worried look covers your face when you meet his tired eyes.

"I'm sorry, is it too loud?" he says as he quickly turns down the volume of the television. You quickly shake your head while taking a step closer. When you place one of your hands on his cheek, he leans into your touch and closes his eyes as his hands rest on your waist.

"Come to bed, baby," you whisper, making him open his eyes again. "I can't y/n-" he starts, but you cut him off. "Please baby. You need to rest. You're exhausted. Come to bed with me and I'll practice with you tomorrow."

"Really?" he asks as he slowly pulls you closer to him. You nod your head with a small smile. "Yes, really," you tell him.

"Come on, let's go upstairs," you say as you turn off the television, grab his hand and pull him up the stairs.

As he brushes his teeth, you make sure to pit his phone on the charger so it's ready to go tomorrow.

Finally in his room he takes off his shirt and joggers, leaving him in only his boxers. He crawls underneath the covers and holds his arms open as a sign for you to join.

You do so and lay your back against his chest, making you the little spoon. With his arm he makes sure to keep you as close as possible when he hides his face in the crock of your neck.

"I'm glad you came to get me," he whispers after a minute or so before placing a few soft kisses on your neck. You turn around in his arms to face him. "I'm glad I did so too," you say and you press you lips against his for a short kiss. When your lips separate, your noses are still touching. His arm firmly wrapped around your waist as you have one hand on his chest.

When his breathing starts to slow down, you can tell that he fell asleep. For the rest of the night you lay in this position. Giving Noah the rest that he deserves.