flatline • erling haaland

Part 10

After half an hour of soaking in the bath, I dried myself before getting changed into the clothes Erling had given me, a t-shirt and a pair of his pants that were just about staying up around my hips.

I ran my fingers through my messy brunette locks trying my best to somewhat tame the mess but soon gave up. I guessed we were passed that point now, anyway.

If there was one thing I couldn't stand, it was messy hair. I would have to ask Erling to borrow a brush.

I left the bathroom and poked my head round the door to his bedroom where I could hear the faint sound of a TV coming from. There he was, led on top of the covers in a fresh pair of pants and nothing else.

He smiled when he saw me walk into the room.

"Nice bath?" He asked, patting the space on the bed next to him.

I climbed onto the bed, laying next to him.

"Yes thanks. Although I could really do with a hairbrush." I said, gesturing to my hair.

"Tell me about it, someone seemed to like tangling their hands in my hair. It was even messier than yours." I could feel my cheeks burn up at his words as he reached over to his bed stand and picked up his hairbrush.
"Turn around."

"What?" I asked. I was confused.

"Just turn around." I did as I was told. I felt Erling reach his hands round and grab the hair from in front of me, bringing it round to my back. He gently brushed my hair, starting at the ends and working his way up. My heart melted and shivers went up my spine each time I felt the brush touch me gently.

"All done." He said and I turned back to face him.

"Thank you. I could've done it myself, you know."

He shrugged. "I want to look after you."

I couldn't hold back a smile at his words. I led down, resting my head against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

"How're you feeling now, Scar?" He asked. The nickname was a new one from him, one that I normally didn't like and shot down when people tried to use. But it was different coming out of Erling's mouth.

"Scar?"

"Oh sorry, should I not call you that?" He asked, concern evident in his voice.

"No, I like it when you say it." I smiled. "And I'm okay, just sleepy now."

I snuggled up into his chest. I wasn't entirely sure what happened next, but I knew I felt safe wrapped up in his big arms in his bed and I didn't want to leave anytime soon.

He placed his hand on my arm and began gently stroking me with his thumb.

"Go to sleep, baby."

I felt so secure led with him that I could've just fallen asleep right then and there, but I wasn't sure if I was supposed to.

"Can I stay all night?" I asked, looking up at Erling.

He laughed softly before seeing the serious expression on my face. He furrowed his brows.

"Of course you can. Why wouldn't you?" He was confused.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I've never done this before so I'm not really too sure what I'm supposed to do next, when you want me to leave and all that."

"Scar, this isn't a one night stand or something. I really care about you and I love spending time with you. Whatever this is I want it to carry on and we can see where things go."