23
"When you lay there and you're sleeping
Hear the patterns of your breathing
And I tell you things you've never heard before"
Staring at the ceiling with her cuddled tightly into his side, he finally felt content. Walking up like this is all he's wanted for years.
Glancing down at her, he smiled at her quiet breathing against his chest, small red marks forming on his skin from her nails, her hand in a small fist. He rubbed his hand up and down her arm as she cuddled closer, draping her leg over his.
She made a small whining noise. She always made noises in her sleep, and he loved that. He remembered that she sometimes talked too. When they were younger he could sit and listen to her for ages, trying to piece together her dreams from the random words she would say. He remembered one morning, when she was in America with the band, he struggled to hold in his laughter, listening to her fight with a girl in her class. This girl was always a bitch to Elle, but she never had the confidence to say anything to her and made him promise he wouldn't either. But in that dream Ellie tore strips from that girl. He thought it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. He just wished she would do it for real.
He couldn't wipe the smile from his face. He had been awake for about half an hour now. He wished she was awake to talk to him but he was enjoying this peace and quiet. He was enjoying waking up beside someone other than a stranger or Stace. Stace was a good friend, and a good night, but there was nothing else there.
"You know you're the third woman I've slept with in the last 3 days", he told her, bringing his right hand up behind his head, his left still around her.
"I couldn't sleep knowing you were only..... five minutes away from me? I hate sleeping alone anyway, but mam told me like two weeks ago you were moving here, and I could barely get four or five hours a night.", he brought his right hand back down, flopping it flat on the bed with a sigh.
"So then I went out and got drunk and met this girl.... you know how it is... I just", he sighed again scratching his head, "ugh she was nice, she was very nice, sweet, friendly but just... not you baby".
"I still couldn't sleep after that, I ended up drinking more and falling asleep on the couch with her still in my room, spent the whole next day drinking, called Stacey that night and well... Stace has her own problems".
"We tried dating but she just... we were fighting all the time and it was just a mess so we broke up and then we met at a party again and I don't know we're both just lonely and fucked up so it kind of worked out for just sex".
"You know I live with Will and Deo now? They'd love to see you. And you could meet some of my other friends"
"We can go to the pub, you know the one I showed you yesterday? We go there most friday nights. Its great. And my friends all know that I'm desperately in love with you because you know, I tend to talk when I'm drunk", he chuckled.
He stayed quiet for a while staring down her body still stuck to his side, the duvet just coming over her hips. Checking the clock on her bedside table he smiled. It was 11am. The first time in two weeks he was able to sleep in. He had no intentions of moving. Unless she wanted to, but she wasn't an early riser either.
"I haven't been this happy in so long Princess"
"Me either", she spoke up, slightly frightening him.
"Jesus christ Elle", he brought his hand up to his forehead, "don't do that".
"Sorry", she giggled, pressing her hands against the mattress each side of him, leaning over to kiss him. His hands instantly went to her back, pulling her down to his chest.
"Mornin", he said when she pulled away, folding her hands on his chest.
"Morning Ni".
He pushed her hair back out of her face, smiling back at her.
"Any plans today?", he asked.
"Nope", she shook her head, emphasising the 'p'.
"Perfect", he rolled her over onto her back, hovering over her, kissing her again.
"I'd love to meet your friends by the way", she spoke up, breaking away.
"Oh my god how much did you hear", he groaned dropping his head in the crook of his neck.
"Not much", she giggled, "I'm honoured to be the third woman though".
"No, no, jesus, Elle", he groaned, hugging into her, hiding as she rubbed his back, giggling.
"Asking questions to the ceiling
Never knowing what you're thinking
I'm afraid that what we had is gone"
