You Are All I Need To Get Me Through

Chapter 6

Paul was tossing and turning in bed, unable to get comfy, unable to get to sleep. He thought he heard a noise and froze, mid-turn.

There it was again.

He sat up in bed and immediately saw flickering light coming from the wardrobe door to the lounge area, which he'd left partially open. Wrapping his quilt around him, he padded over to the door and slowly pulled it open.

Hannah was sat on the settee with some black and white movie playing.

"Hey," he whispered, "you alright?"

Hannah's head whipped around. "Paul! I didn't wake you did I?"

"Nah, you know what I'm like in a new bed. Couldn't sleep." He smiled tiredly. "Any room on the settee for me?"

"Only if you're gonna share the quilt?" Hannah smirked.

Paul chuckled and walked the few steps to the sofa, pulling the coffee table closer so he could put his feet up. He settled on the sofa and soon found himself being used as a human pillow as Hannah wormed her way under the covers.

It was half five in the morning when Paul's insistent bladder woke him up. Although initially confused about where he was, eventually, he remembered what had happened and glanced down at the blonde head on his chest. Hannah was asleep. They'd obviously both found what they'd needed to let them slip into slumber, and now Paul had to make sure he didn't end up waking Hannah for the second time that night.

As carefully as he could, he eased himself out from underneath his friend, filling the Paul shaped hole with cushions and bunched up quilt. He tiptoed from the room and relieved himself before pondering his dilemma. Having decided on the best course of action, he got to work.

First, he went into Hannah's room and pulled her quilt off the bed, taking it into his own room. Then, he turned off the tv and carefully picked Hannah up, quilt and all, before carrying her into her room and laying her on the bed. Having arranged the quilt, he leant over and placed another kiss to her forehead before leaving her room, turning off the lounge light as he went through. Having got under his stolen quilt, he dropped his head on the pillow and was straight back into the land of nod.

A few hours later, Paul woke to a pain in his ear. Someone was flicking it. Without opening his eyes, he quickly reached out and grabbed the offending arm.

"Argh!"

"Ugh. Hannah!" Paul groaned. "Why are you waking me up?!"

"How do you know it's me? You haven't even opened your eyes!"

Paul turned towards the sound and cracked an eyelid open, before sitting up.

"No-one else squeals like that. Plus, who else would be up here."

"Good point. Anyway. Why have we swapped quilts?"

"Well, I woke up and you were still asleep. So, rather than put you in a cold bed, I figured it would be better to leave you with the warm quilt, so I stole yours instead."

"Pauly! I think that's possibly the nicest thing you've done for me."

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it!"