taron egerton x you series

pt 6

did he really just offer that?

"taron, i-uh- am not sure i'm ready for that yet, i can uh se-"
he cuts you off, "i get the couch, you can have my bed. i'm not trying anything like that, okay?"

"you sure?! i feel like i'm putting my drama onto you." you say.
it's true—you hate it when others dump their mental load onto you, and you'd seriously regret doing it to someone else.

especially taron.

"nonsense!! i really am not affected by that sort of thing, if i'm being honest. plus, i secretly like to keep up with celebrity drama," he says the last past in a stage whisper and index finger pressed up against his bottom lip and nose.

"well, i'm not taking your bed, okay?! i couldn't do that."
"alright!" he throws his hands up in the air to prove his innocence.

you two get out of the hot tub and try to dry off.
"you can shower, and i'll get you some clothes." taron says.
you scoff, "yeah right! i cant fit into your clothes."

"try!! i think it'd look good on you." he eyes me up and down in a flirtatious way.

"fine. just put them right outside the doorway so i can grab them."
"fine." he sighs with a smirk.

you take a cold shower, rinsing the chlorine and stress off. while at first the chill water felt good, cooling you from the hot tub, you now find that you feel shivery.
goosebumps stand up on your arms and make you wrap your arms around your stomach.

you peek out the door with the towel around your chest. there is a neatly folded blue jumper and some crumpled boxers.

"the boxers haven't been worn! just wrinkled from my suitcase!" he calls from the living room.
he must have sensed your presence...or heard the bathroom door open.

thankfully, the sweatshirt covers most of your butt, incase the boxers didn't fit. you pull them on next, and to your surprise, the elastic waistband stays put. it definitely doesn't fit right, but it isn't gonna shimmy down every time you take a step, so you consider it a look.

you come out, hair now wet and brushed out using tarons dinky little comb. you might have broken some of the combs teeth, but he doesn't need to know that.

"wow!" taron exclaims with innocent excitement, "give us a twirl, gorgeous!!"

you laugh and spin around with your arms up. this pulls the sweatshirt up and reveals more of the dark brown boxers.
"and the boxers look good too, huh?" you ask him.
"mmhmm.." taron says, shamelessly looking at your ass.

you walk to the couch and turn on the tv.

"oh, don't watch the tellie in here! there's a bigger one in the bedroom," taron points to his door. he sees my weary expression and quickly says, "i'll go shower now, so i'll give you a moment."

you wait to hear the bathroom door close to go into his room.

there are several shirts and an open suitcase laying on the wooden floor.
you pull up his sheets so you aren't sitting in his bed, just on top of it. you skim through shows and settle on friends. it's a silly show, but it might just be what you need right now.

you lay your head on his pillow and inhale. the scent of him fills your nostrils, making you exhale with a happy sigh. your eyes feel heavy, as well as your body. you expect to sink into the bed. you fade in and out for a while.

you open your eyes after resting them "for a few seconds" and see taron turning on a lamp on his stand, with the overhead light off.
he shirtless...again...with grey sweatpants on.

"hi," you say in such a small voice you're sure he wouldn't have heard.
you haven't even lifted your head up, but only opened one eye.

he turns his head over his shoulder to look at you. he is in clear glasses, which is something you didn't expect he needed. he was too perfect already.

"hi." he says softly. "i didn't know you were awake,"

"mmmm" you reply.

barely enough energy to even speak. what had exhausted you so much?

he climbs into bed, but on the opposite side, making a careful effort to show that he doesn't want anything scandalous.

"night, tar," you hum from across the bed. it feels like miles away.
"night, y/n. sleep well, love." he says gently while reaching for the switch, turning it off.

the tv creates a soft glow, with the sound off and loud cicadas filling the quiet instead....

you wake up at one point in the middle of the night, and check your phone. it's 3:56. taron is closer to you, his mouth slightly open in a cute way. he looks knocked out and you slightly laugh to yourself.
you scoot closer to him, but not touching him. just so he is the big spoon, with an inch of room between you and him.

you close your eyes again and feel so loved.

you wake up in the morning with your head on his chest. his arm is wrapped around your shoulder, bicep showing clearly. his chest is falling rhythmically up and down, just barely bobbing your head.
he stirs and groans slightly.

you run your long fingernails through his short hair. he somehow closes his eyes tighter, something that seems impossible with how deeply he's sleeping.

"y/n?"

"mhmm?"

"ok. just had to make sure i wasn't dreaming..." he says with a groggy morning voice.
it is very deep and raspier than his normal energetic tone.

suddenly he opens his eyes, and sits up a little.

"my word! i apologize! i didn't mean to make you lie like this. i must have done this in my sleep or some—" he starts, but still with little energy.
"taron, taron, it's ok. i don't mind," you say in a drowsy voice, yourself.

"good. i don't either..."