Wait For Me

We Know You

Feeling a pair of lips press to my cheek, stirring my from my sleep, I groaned ever so slightly. Rolling onto my left side, I reached my arms up and wrapped them around the edge of the pillow that my head lay on. The dream they were trying to pull me away from was much better than any reality. 

Snuggling closer to the soft, fluff filled pillow, I sucked in a breath as I got comfortable. 

Feeling the tips of his fingers running up the length of my arm, part of me was tempted to open my eyes. But I kept them closed, allowing his fingers to continue their exploring. 

His fingers trailed up my arm, and over my shoulder. They brushed against the side of my neck for only a moment before I felt my hair being pushed away. The next thing I knew, I could feel his breath against the shell of my ear. The mattress dipping slightly under his weight as he leaned down next to me. 

"I know you are awake." He chuckled. Finally opening my eyes, I turned my head ever so slightly so that I could look at him.  I found myself squinting as the light from the nightstand hit my eyes, and felt suddenly confused as to why the lamp was the thing providing the light source instead of the sun shining through the window. 

"How early is it?" The words were a groan as they left my lips. Releasing my grip on the pillow I clutched to, I rolled ever so slightly onto my back and stretched out my limbs in the process. Looking at the man sitting on the bed next to me, I had to squint ever so slightly to fully make out who it was- not that the voice didn't already tell me. From what I could tell without my glasses or contacts, he seemed to be fully dressed for the day and wide awake. 

"Early." There was that deep chuckle again. Oh the things that chuckle did to me. Reaching his arm over my waist, he set the palm of his hand down on the mattress- leaning over me as he looked down at my face. 

"Is it time to leave again? I thought the flight wasn't until later?" I hummed, slightly rolling my side once more. The bed was just so comfortable, I could stay here forever in my half asleep daze. How long ago was it I had laid down? It felt like only an hour or so. Maybe I could convince him to just lay down with me. 

"It's not, we're all going to breakfast before going to the airport." He breathed out. 

Shrugging my shoulders, I once more reached up and wrapped my arms around the pillow before snuggling down beneath the blankets that covered me. "Ok, you boys have fun. I'll be here." I yawned, closing my eyes once more. 

 "Nein, kleine Liebling, du kommst mit." The guitarist had an almost playful tone to his voice as he reached out and forced me to roll over. Landing softly on my back on the bed, I found myself playfully glaring at the man leaning over me. Even though the fuzzy vision, I could make out the blue of his eyes and suddenly found myself content. 

The smile though not written across his facial features, was bright and warm with in those eyes. It was comforting. And quite possibly the only thing keeping me from being incredibly pissed off that he'd woken me up before the sun was fully in the sky. 

I will admit, I was slightly disappointed that it had been the guitarist kissing my cheek and waking me up instead of the singer- yet after the conversation Richard and I had a few days ago, I can't say it's surprising. 

Leaning down, Richard placed another small kiss on my cheek before leaning back and smiling at me. "I picked you out something comfortable, and sent the rest of your stuff with Tom to get it to the airport. Get dressed." His words had me shooting up in the bed so fast I almost smacked my forehead against his. "My stuffs gone? Richard you didn't!" I groaned, attempted to look around the room. 

"What's wrong?" He questioned. 

From what I could see, he was right my bags themselves were no longer in the room. Damn, how deep was I asleep to not have heard them carrying my stuff out of here? Especially if Tom had been here- man doesn't know how to be quiet to save his life.