Chris Sturniolo imagines

mornings like this

I open my eyes pushing myself up against the head board, rubbing my eyes open adjusting to the light.

The yellow sunlight peeking through my blinds, which makes the other half of the room light up.

I look to the left of me, his laying down peacefully while a ray of sunlight shines on his back.

He has this birth mark on the left side of his lower back and I can't help but stare at it.

I mean it's not like I never see it but I clearly don't see it often enough if I forget about it sometimes.

this morning is one of those very very very rare occasions in chris his sleeping habits.

His sleeping on his stomach and imma be real honest right now this happens like literally once in a lifetime (almost never).

But if he does I can't help but draw circles on his back, plus he can't complain about it if his not even conscious...

His breathing pretty heavy while his chest is going up and down and his shivering like crazy.

This could in fact make a lot of sense since the comforter is mostly on my side of the bed.

This makes me feel really bad because it's not exactly a warm morning and he always sleeps in just boxers.

I scoot closer to him with the comforter and put it over him, now I'm just sitting.

staring, watching, whatever you wanne call it.

this might be weird but I don't care, his my boyfriend and lets be honest with a face like that who's not gonna be staring...

I lean over to get a better look and start putting strands of hair behind his ear.

Chris keeps complaining that he needs a haircut because his hair is getting to long but i like his hair grown out.

it's serving Harry styles his prince hair era and I'm here for it but apparently I'm the only one.

He says he doesn't care about anyone opinions when it comes to his hair and I mean that's great.

Definitely with his fans telling him to cut or don't cut his hair literally all the time.

Which I can't understand because he's gonna be the same person with short, long, or no hair.

His eyes open, I was so much in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that he just woke up.

"are you always staring at me when I'm asleep you fucking freak" he says pushing himself up.

"good morning to you too" I say.

"and yes every morning sometimes I even bring my  binoculars if I'm feeling extra freaky" I say raising my eyebrows.

"you know what's freaky?" He says scooting closer to me.

"no and I don't need to know" I say while he is rolling eyes.

I already know it's gonna be something that i have no value of knowing about and just genuinely stupid.

"shutting up" he says leaning into to me.

Before he can kiss my lips I turn my face so he actually kisses my cheek.

No offense or anything I love my boyfriend very dearly that's why I saved him from my morning breath.

"what are you doing bro" he says in a very annoying tone.

"bro what were you doing bro" I say imitating his voice because I can.