Mornings

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You lie, awake all night , staring at the ceiling.
He's in love with me? How could he be in love? With me?
These thoughts drift through your mind all night.
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"Morning" a hungover lump trudges into the kitchen in last nights clothes.

"Well good morning to you" You laugh.

"You look like shit" You joke to him.
Benedict scoffs

"Feel it too" he walks over to the cooker and heaves over the pan of beans.

"Guessing your not up for some breakfast?" You ask, walking over to the pan and stirring  them 

"Where's Oli?" Benedict asks, rubbing his head and sitting at the table.

"I don't know. He was out when I got up"
You take out two plates and place a waffle and some beans onto each one.

"I'm not hungry" he moans, putting his head on the table.

"Come on! I made you one of your favourites; waffles, beans and your flem" he smiles slightly.

"Thanks"
He tucks in as You place a glass of water on the table.
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"So whats happened between you and Oli?"
You lift your head up from eating.

"What?"

"Come on. You two tell each other everything, he would've told you where he was going"

"It doesn't matter"
You pick at your food with your fork and sigh.

"Is it me? I know he's not my biggest fan"
You shrug , drop your fork and rub your eyes

"He's just- he's- I don't know."
You pick your fork up and prod at your beans.

"Do you need a hug?"
Benedict gets up and slowly walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm ready to talk whenever you need me" he whispers into your hair. You hug him tighter and bury your face into his chest.

"You stink Ben'"
His chest vibrates as he laughs.

"I know but I don't have any spare clothes."

"I'll nip to yours and get you some while you get in the shower."
He smiles at you and hands you his keys from his back pocket.

"Y/N wait. " he pulls you back by your hand.

"Thank you for taking care of me" he kisses your cheek and smiles.

"Your welcome"
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"What are you doing next week?" He asks

"Erm I don't think anything, why?"

"Well it's Amanda's birthday. Would you like to go to the party with me?"

"I'd love to" he smiles at you and wraps his arms around you on the sofa and pulls you into a hug.

"Sorry, I know you probably have run-throughs and things to do"

"Don't be daft. I want to spend as much time as I can before you go to America" he raises his tone, he's trying to get at something.

"Yeah- about that.."

"I heard." He says softly

"So your not mad at me?" You look up at him.

"Why would I be mad?"

"You wanted me to go" he holds you tighter.

"I wanted you to go because I knew it was what you wanted. But if it's not what you want then it's completely up to you. I support whatever decision you make."

"It feels like whatever I do, im going to upset or let someone down."

"Why? Is this why you and Oliver are on bad terms?"

"No- I just feel like wherever I go, I'll miss someone."

"It doesn't matter about us. Speaking for me, I'll always find my own way of annoying you. Even if it is from across the world."

"Dick" he chuckles and puts the tv on.
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