I Think You Have the Wrong Number?

The Morning After

y/n was no stranger to waking up to the sight of a pretty girl, but it was never her bed she was waking up in. It was always the pretty girls bed that she found herself waking up in. Inevitably y/n would be asked to leave and contacted maybe once or twice more then get ghosted because the pretty girl had found a pretty boy. Now the tables had turned and the pretty girl was in her bed, the girl was hers, and y/n would never ask the pretty girl in her bed to leave. Y/n couldn't help but stare at Hailee because for once y/n knew the girl lying across from her felt the same about her as she did. 

In a perfect world, y/n would have gotten up and made breakfast but there was a magnetic force about Hailee that kept y/n in bed. No that's what an insane person would say perhaps it was the warmth of the bed that kept y/n there. Or maybe it was the comfort of the weighted duvet, no y/n had never been the kind to lay around in bed as long as she had this morning. Maybe it was the love that y/n had for Hailee that never seemed to stop growing. They had only officially been together for 9 hours half of that time had been spent all over each other and the other half spent sleeping. As y/n continued to mull over her thoughts and stare at the ceiling she felt Hailee roll over in bed. Naturally y/n rolled onto her side to look directly at Hailee. y/n admired her beauty and talked to herself.

 There's just something about you, I say that in a non-Joe Goldberg way.

 I don't quite know what it is. 

Maybe it's the way your hair frames your face, or how your eyes start to sparkle if the sunlight hits them just right. 

Maybe it's neither of those things and it's the way your eyes squint the slightest bit when you smile. One thing is for sure I love your laugh and those little giggles of yours.

 There's just something so intoxicating about you Hailee.

I can only hope you feel the same way about me.

And as y/n laid a good morning kiss on Hailee's forehead that her eyes began to flutter open. 

Is it morning?

Like later in the morning.

Good Morning Beautiful.

Yeah it's about 10 o'clock.

Hailee deciding that was a decent enough hour to start her day sat up in bed and started to strech.

In that case good morning my love.

My love?

I'm just trying it out.

 I like it, no scratch that I love it! Just as much as I love you.

And just how much do you love me love? 

I'd say just about the same amount if not slightly more than Emily Dickinson loved Sue.

Oh so you love me, love me.

Forevermore. 

Well, unless that's bad?

No, its perfect! 

 I love you just the same but please, don't expect 250 poems from me.

I propose a deal, I won't expect poems from you if you don't expect poems from me.