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A/N: This one is cute
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Izabella was dragged from a near coma when she felt her blanket lift. She groggily opened her eyes, blinking wearily at the vague figure standing over her.
She stayed with band for couple more days before they went to other city.
"Eddie?" She guessed, propping herself up on her elbow. She leaned over and switched her lamp on, staring at him through squinting eyes.
"Hi..." Eddie mumbled above you, shifting between his feet. "Couldn't sleep."
"...Do you wanna get in?" she suggested, not seeing what else she could possibly do and it's least thing she could after being saved from Kevin.
A quick glance at the clock told it was 4 AM, an unreasonable hour to be woken up. However early it was, she couldn't bring yourself to be even the slightest bit annoyed to see him.
Eddie nodded and she scooted over, letting him slip under the comforter. He snuck his arm around her, pulling her onto his chest. Izabella felt her stomach swoop at the domesticity of it.
"You came into my room at 4 in the morning to cuddle?" she murmured against the bare skin of his chest. He nodded above her, chin rubbing against the top of her head. She grinned and then blushed when she realized he could probably tell he made her smile since her lips were pressed against his chest.
Eddue hugged the girl tighter to him and dragged his fingertips along her back.
"I'm sorry for waking you up," he whispered.
"Don't be, if you can't sleep you can always come in here," she confessed, despite her hot cheeks.
"Hmm, alright," he agreed, sliding his hand into her hair. She groaned in happiness when he started scratching at her roots and pulling at the strands that cascaded down her back.
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Warren blearily peaked his head in Eddie's door, noticing a crumpled duvet and lack of human. With a frown, he strutted down the hall into the kitchen in hopes of finding his friend because he wanted to smoke, but to no avail. It was about 7 AM on a Saturday, and, knowing Eddie as well Warren knew him, he would be tucked in his bed, passed out until noon.
He walked to the guest room of the penthouse where Izabella has been sleeping for couple of days. Twisting the door handle, he pushed it open, grimacing when it creaked. Poking his head in, he noticed one body and then another. A smile graced his face at the cheesy, cheesy scene in front of him.
The two absolutely tangled up in each other. Izabella was wedged between his legs, her belly on his bare one, her nose tucked beneath his chin. Their legs were intertwined messily, Eddie's arms wrapped snug around the small of her back, her arms weaved around his neck.
