The next morning, I wake up in my bed, next to Ayden. How did we get here? When did we get here? My arm is across Ayden's chest and his arm is around my waist. I look up at him and he looks just like an angel.
I feel the warmth of his body next to mine. He's just in his boxers. He's beautiful. I lay my head on his chest and trace my finger around his tattoo on his stomach.
I've never been a fan of huge tattoos, just small ones, but I do have a semi-large one on my side. It's a rose vine going from the side of my boob to my hip. I quite like it. It's one of my favourites. My mum doesn't know I have them though because I'm not eighteen and it's illegal. Oops.
My mum doesn't know about a lot of things I've done or have gotten. I have at least ten tattoos and tons of piercings, mostly on my ears, but I have a tongue piercing and a belly piercing that she doesn't know about. I've never been close to my mum, well not close enough to tell her everything that happens in my life.
As I look up at Ayden, he's starting to wake. His eyelashes flutter open and he looks beautiful.
"Why are you staring at me?" Ayden asks, looking down at me. I quickly look away, a little embarrassed.
"Sorry." I say.
"I didn't say I didn't like it." he says, moving my face to look at him again. Holy shit, his morning voice will be the death of me. Honestly, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.
"You're beautiful." He tells me after a few minutes of silence.
"I just woke up." I remind him.
"I know, and you're beautiful." He says and I blush from his complement. Ayden starts to get up and put his clothes on.
"Where are you going?" I ask, sitting up.
"Remember that interview that I missed because I was in America? Yeah well it's at three." He tells me. I look at the clock to see that it's already two.
"Oh, okay." I reply, a little disappointed that I won't be able to spend the day with him. If I'm sad that I can't spend the day with him because he has to go to an interview, how am I going to survive a month without him while he's on the Australian tour?
"I'll see you later." He says and kisses my forehead.
"Bye." I softly reply as I watch him walk out the door.
-Ayden's POV-
"Five minutes." Paul tells us. Five minutes until the interview.
"Are you okay? You look a little pale." Mason comes up to me.
"I'm fine." I quickly reply.
"You sure? Are you and Molly good?" he asks. Why would he assume that we weren't?
"Yes. I told you I'm fine." I say a little harsh.
"Okay, okay sorry." He says, putting his hands up in defense.
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"So Ayden," the interviewer says to me. "How about this new girlfriend of yours?" she asks me. "I'm sure we've all seen the video, and if you haven't," the video of me butting into Molly's video for her channel starts playing.
"Why can't I be in your video? Do you hate me, Molly?" my voice says.
"Ayden, stop that." Molly's beautiful voice stops me.
"Can I have a kiss?" the video stops there and suddenly I start to blush.
"We see you blushing, Ayden, you can't hide." The interviewer smiles at me. "How did you meet Molly May?" she asks me.
