Dollface

Part 23

It was 2:38 am when I turned my head to the clock on my nightstand. Unfortunately, another sleepless night so I figured I might as well grab a glass of water or something.

I roll out of bed and head downstairs only to be greeted by the sight of Simon. His arms rested on the desk, supporting his head while his fluffy locks fell messily on his forehead.

Even in his sleep, he looked beautiful and dangerous. I walk over to turn off the computer before staring down and admiring his perfection.

I: You're so confusing.

I gently grab his hair and brush it away from his face. Thankfully, he didn't wake up but continued sleeping peacefully.

Then I walk into the kitchen and pour myself the glass of water I originally came here for. Suddenly I gasp and almost drop the glass in my hand when I see Simon standing a few feet away from me. He looks at me, sluggish and tired.

S: What are you doing, Isa?
I: I'm uh-getting water.
S: You should be sleeping.

He slowly walked towards me and started rubbing his eyes. I take a sip of water, watching his movements. He was so... cute when he was tired.

I: You should too.

He slid his hand to the glass, brushing his fingers over mine as he took it from my hand and drank the rest.

I: Hello!
S: Going to sleep, yeah?

He croaked, beautiful dark brown eyes staring dazedly into mine. I nod slowly and sigh as I put the glass in the sink, not feeling thirsty anymore.

I: I am, just like you should be.
S: Don't worry about me.

Simon insisted quietly, clearly not in the mood to shout or even have the energy to express his irritation.

S: Go.

I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned at him as he towered over me.

I: You need to rest, and if you don't, I won't either.

His eyes lifted to the ceiling as if he was asking the gods to be patient with me.

S: Fine, stay with me, but don't complain in the morning.

And so I sit there, playing with the tablet with some tunes in the back of my mind. I sat on a couch behind the desk he continued working.

After about an hour I feel my eyelids drooping and before I let my head to the side I felt a pair of arms wrap around my body and lift me up bridal style. Half asleep I let my head rest comfortably on Simon's shoulder.

I: Simon what are you doing?

I slurred.

S: I'm carrying you to bed, I told you to sleep but of course you never fucking listen to me.
I: Oh shhh.
S: Oh she's shutting me up now.

He muttered softly, the sound of a creaking door entered the air and I was laid down on a soft mattress. Then he brings a blanket over me, covering my skin with warmth.

Simon's footsteps were the last thing I heard before I fell into complete darkness.