Forever Yours

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Brooklyn's POV:

I don't remember Fred being this skinny.

Or having boobs.

What?

I opened my eyes and saw Ellie. She had her arms around me, looking at her phone. Um? "Oh. You're finally awake." She said and looked down at me. "You are quite the cuddler babes."

"What?" I asked.

"The second I laid down you came over and wrapped your whole body around me. You were too cute to move." She said.

"Where's Fred?" I asked. Her smile dropped. "Ellie?"

"Don't get mad. Not at me at least. My job was to come here with clothes for you to change in to." She said quickly, "he went to the flat, he's there with the fire department to see the remains of the place and to see if anything survived the fire."

"And I can't go?!" I shot up and she sat up quickly too.

"You can! He just said you looked tired so he let you sleep!" She got off of the bed then grabbed a bag and put it on the bed. "Fred told me to bring clothes but it didn't know exactly what so..." she dumped the pile of clothes on the bed. "Take your pick."

"Oh Jesus." I whispered.

"I panicked."

"I can tell."

I don't even have a bra on under my shirt- oh my god!

I hiked the sheets up to my underarms quickly. Was I cuddling El with no panties on?!

"Fred put them on you before he left." She said with a little laugh as I peaked under the blanket. "I mean, I wouldn't complain or anything."

"Ellie!" I gasped.

"What? It's not like I've never seen you naked before. There's been lots of times. And surprisingly, only half the time Fred was on top of you."

"We basically lived together for seven years. Towards the end you just get lazy." I shrugged, pushed the blankets off of me, then began to look through the clothes.

"So... you basically live in a castle now. Sucks that your home burned- but shit. Look at the size of this place." She mumbled, "your room is the size of my house."

"Yeah. Well, I'm pretty sure Fred doesn't want to be here long. I don't know what we're going to do. I don't know if he wants to fix up the flat again- or get an actual house like you guys."

"Lots of more room for sex." She sang.

"I know... but I like our space." I mumbled, "it was just the right size for the two of us."

"There are always apartments." She shrugged.

"Yeah." I pulled on tan coloured leggings and a white hoodie, then grabbed socks and a pair of black runners. "Thanks for the clothes."

"Anytime. Thanks for the cuddles. Felt nice." She smiled.

"Trouble in paradise?"

"George's love language isn't touch." She muttered as we walked out of the room.

"What's that like?" I asked.

"He can easily fall asleep without holding me!" She exclaimed.

"Lucky."

"How is that lucky?"

"Cause I can't sleep without Fred touching me."

"Mm, touching. What kind?"