The Who One Shots and Imagines

A Cozy Day In - Keith

The sun slowly creeps in Keith and your's bedroom as he lies asleep next to you. You admire his tussled brown hair and expressive eyebrows, his gorgeous eyes that lay softly closed. He's wrapped around you, burying his face in your hair and whimpering in his sleep if he feels you move away. Your dog lays at the foot of the bed as fast asleep as Keith is.

Last night Keith had partied more than he could handle and you had been taking care of him all night. You weren't able to get much sleep, but at least Keith was taken care of. You take one last loving look at the man-child you care so deeply about, then pry yourself from his grip. He whines in his sleep but doesn't wake up, to your relief.

Successfully getting out of bed without waking Keith up, you walk to the bathroom. You examine the dark circles you were gifted from your tiring night. You check the time,

                7:30 A.M

You didn't worry too much about the time, although it was troubling how long you've been awake. Keith has a day off today, possibly why he partied so hard last night. You had planned days ago a nice, chill day to spend with your man when you found out about his day off. This plan was now ruined by getting no sleep and the inevitable, terrible hangover Keith was going to suffer.

You washed your face, brushed your teeth and hair, then went back into the bedroom. You shared a Jack Russell terrier, named Spot, with Keith that needed to be fed and let outside soon. You had always loved the saying that 'Dog's look like their owners' because it was true in Keith and Spot's case. The sweet dark brown, loving eyes were shared by the two of them. Their personalities mirrored each other: insane, hyper-active, balls of energy that create chaos at every step while also having a calm, loving, sweet side you cherished deeply.

The sun had officially risen and it lit up the bedroom. The rays lay gently on the bed complimenting the color of the blue sheets. You feed spot as you make yourself a cup of coffee. You scour the fridge for ingredients that would make the best hangover meal for Keith as you let Spots food digest. You managed to luck out and find the last of the eggs and bacon that were purchased earlier in the week. You let Spot out to do his business as you cook a large breakfast that would be devoured by Keith later. You arrange the meal on the breakfast-in-bed table you would be taking to him in a few moments. You perfectly place the bacon in proportion to the eggs, neatly stack the toast, and add jam and butter on the side. You stack a hefty amount of pancakes with a large saucer of syrup on the side, which he would probably use all of.

You let Spot and yourself into the bedroom where Keith still lies fast asleep. You set the breakfast on the nightstand, just out of reach from Spot, and attempt to wake up Keith. You brush your fingers through his hair and kiss his forehead. You whisper to him to wake up, to which he does. His eyes flutter open and he smiles at you. You give him a kiss and offer the breakfast. He, as you expected, devoured it in what seemed like seconds.

He lovingly repeats how much he's grateful for you and how much he loves you, how the breakfast was the best thing he's ever received. Your bedroom has the novelty of having a television and it's become a ritual to watch TV, on low volume of course, as Keith endures his hangovers. Keith allows Spot to lick his plates clean. You don't mind, it's less cleaning you'll have to do later.

You cuddle up with Keith and play with his hair as you drift in and out of sleep. You and him spend the rest of the day in bed together just enjoying each other's company. It's not often you get an entire day alone with Keith, so you cherish every second with your sweetheart.