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steal my girl - one direction
find another one 'cause she belongs to me
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I wake up alone in my bed, worrying me until I hear soft music coming from downstairs. I stretch before I stand up to make my way downstairs.
Is that Disney music?
I peek into the kitchen and my heart practically explodes.
Grayson is standing shirtless in front of the stove while cooking something, and Aspen is sitting on the counter next to him, swinging her feet to the music.
"When's Angel gonna wake up?" Aspen asks him loudly. He flips whatever in the pan, I assume pancakes or eggs.
"Don't know, she was pretty tired" he answers. I don't have to see his face to know he's smirking.
"Why?" Aspen retaliates.
"Because she's got a big girl job" he lies smoothly. Well, it's not completely a lie.
"Why?" Aspen asks again. Grayson looks over at her, making her giggle. It makes him smile too and I swear it's the cutest thing ever.
I choose now to walk in, rubbing my eyes as I do so. I totally could have gone back to sleep and they wouldn't even know.
"Angel!" Aspen cheers. She pulls on Graysons hand, making him roll his eyes, but step to pick her up off the counter. He gently sets her on the ground, and she comes straight to me.
She wraps her arms around my waist in a tight hug, so I lean down to pick her up.
"Hi, bug. Sleep well?" I hum, walking further into the kitchen. She nods happily.
"I came in to get you, but Grayson told me not to wake you," she tells me. I raise my eyebrows at Grayson and he gives me a small smile.
"Did he?" I reply. She nods.
"Then he said we could make you breakfast, look we're making pancakes!" she says excitedly. I giggle at her and set her back on the counter.
"Angel, what's on your neck?" she blurts suddenly, pointing to my neck. My eyes widen.
"Uh- why don't you ask Grayson?" I stutter. Grayson chuckles at me, taking the pan off the stove and stepping behind me so he can touch me.
"They're hickeys," he says blandly. I gasp and shove him off of me.
"Grayson!" I scold. I quickly turn back to her.
"He's joking, why don't we have some breakfast, yeah?" I tell her, trying to distract her. Grayson wraps his arm around my waist again.
