The List

26. Beautiful Evening

26. Beautiful Evening

I wake up to my first day of the summer holidays (incredibly early; 8:17am to be precise) only to see my boyfriend sprawled across the floor next to my bed, looking rather uncomfortable.

After last night and Connor asking to be my boyfriend, we were meant to be finishing watching "LOL", but obviously being the light weight I am, I feel asleep. This explains why I am in bed and Connor is lay across my bedroom floor.

I smile watching him sleep until I realise how creepy that probably is. I feel bad for Connor sleep on the floor; it would've been alright if he had slept in my bed with me, like on the other side considering I have a king sized bed. But I was sleeping and he probably didn't want to wake me.

"Connor," I whisper shout.

He stirs, but doesn't wake up, "Connor," I try again.

This time he grumbles something, "Con."

He opens his eyes slowly groaning, "Morning beautiful," he speaks huskily looking up at me.

"Morning Con," I reply, "Do you wanna sleep in my bed, you look really uncomfortable," I offer.

"Do you mind," he questions.

I shake my head.

Connor gets up, stretching slightly; making his way over towards the other side of my bed, he opens the covers and gets under, letting cold air in with him, making goose bumps appear on my arms and legs.

I lay back down, making sure there's distance between us; knowing how dodgy this would look if Harry walked in right now.

"Em, I don't bite," Connor says.

I laugh, as he shuffles closer to me.

"I'm cold," he complains shuffling even closer, "That's better," he says, feeling my radiating body heat as he cuddles me close.

In fact, I was now so comfortable I could stay like this forever. Okay, maybe not forever, but for a long time.

*

We both fall asleep again; due to the fact that we stayed up fairly late. Well, Connor later than me, as I think he went to hang out with Harry and his friends for a bit, after he tucked me into bed.

At around 10:30 we wake up again, Connor decides that we should maybe go out for breakfast together.

I get up and go to the bathroom, taking my clothes and stuff with me, unlike usual when I awkwardly run across the landing in my towel. I have a super quick shower, not bothering washing my hair as I washed it yesterday. I then get changed into some black ripped skinny jeans and a fairly thin plain white T- shirt; leaving most of my hair down, but sectioning off a small section at the top and tying it into a neat messy ponytail- so that half my hair is up and half is down. After this, I put on a thin line of eyeliner and some mascara, before some nude peach coloured lipstick.

Once I'm happy, I return to my room, seeing Connor sitting on my bed with his phone in his hand, presumably texting someone. He was already dressed in a grey T- shirt and some black jeans.

"You look cute," he says me as I walk back into the room, looking up from his phone.

"Thanks," I reply, blushing yet again.

"Give me five minutes," I say, hunting for my phone.

Once I've found it I throw it in my bag, along with my purse and a few other bits and pieces. I then grab some socks from my drawer and some shoes. I pick out some black suede boots, and pair them with some white frilly socks.