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After a long night of eating at several different places, nonstop walking and visiting some shops, we finally crashed at the hotel room. Me and Mirabel were already dressed in our sleepwear, sitting on our own beds.

"Well, I'm going to sleep now. Buenos n-" She was interrupted by her cousin legitimately kicking the door open. 

"Where do I sleep if you two are hogging the beds?" He questioned, crossing his arms as I sat up in my bed. 

"You can sleep with your cousin here or on the floor. There should be some spare blankets and pillows in the closet there." I pointed to the mentioned closet as the boy looked at me, then at Mirabel.

"Camilo, you're sleeping on the floor, sorry." Mirabel rolled her eyes and closed her eyes again, drifting off to sleep.

"Ugh, fine." The last thing I remembered seeing was Camilo quietly stepping towards the closet door, and then I fell asleep.

Which didn't last long at all.

At that instant, I felt the weight of someone else laying down next to me on the soft bed. "Mira?-" I mumbled but then stopped myself. (Y/N), Why the hell would that be Mirabel?

I slowly turned around and saw the only other person in the room, the shapeshifting dumbass. His eyes were closed as he suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist. 

"Wow, again?" I whisper yelled before realizing he was asleep. Being too tired to push him off the bed, I decided to not choose violence tonight. I stared at his curly hair for a bit, which was back to his original color. I had the sudden urge to touch it, for some reason.

Oh god, you're acting like your obsessed with him in some way.

Hm, should I touch his hair? Should I not touch his hair? I thought for a bit, before making up my mind at last. Yolo.

And holy crap, this was the fluffiest hair I've ever ran my hands through. This guy was lucky, he probably didn't even need a pillow, having poofy hair like this.

Before I fell asleep again, I decided to hug him back. Because... why not?

Mainly because hotel blankets are cold as hell. And so was the room, which was different, knowing this is Colombia.

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This chapter made me want to make a Mirabel x Reader help :-)

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