Unexpected Turn. [h.s. & n.h.]

Chapter 1

Authors Note
For those of you who clicked my story and are about to start reading it thank you, I did want to give notice that the first 5 chapters aren't the best. They lack detail, I do promise that after chapter 5 they start getting more interesting and more detailed, also the chapters are all being proof because I used to be lazy and not do it so I am sorry for spelling errors ect.. They will be fixed soon. Again thank you to anyone who is reading. A.

New Years Eve

My alarm went off at 8:45am, just like every morning. My ringtone song has been "Nests" for the longest time. Normally I'd change it every few weeks but this song hasn't got annoying yet, so I just don't bother changing it anymore. The sun was peeking though the crack in the dark grey curtains, and I could see it was snowing outside. It made me smile because I've always loved the winter in London.

Every morning I found myself in the same position, on my side with his arms wrapped around me. I somehow always find a way to slip out from under his arms without waking him. I got up and made my way to the bathroom, the heated floor was on and I was thankful for that because it was freezing in the flat. I looked in the mirror and tied my short blonde hair back into an extremely small and sloppy bun, then washed my face with hot water, almost too hot that it stung a little, but it felt good and refreshing. I brushed my teeth while peeing, in my opinion I think it's a good way to multi task and takes up less time. I found a pair of sweat pants and one of his red flannels to cover myself up. I always go to bed with pants and a shirt on but I always end up losing them for some odd reason.

I proceeded into the kitchen, first of all turning on the heaters then walking to the coffee pot, making four cups of coffee, normally three for me and one for him because I basically survive off of coffee. I am always so tired in the morning that I always find myself day dreaming while watching the drips of coffee falling into the pot. I felt arms wrap around me;

"Good morning love," I heard a deep, raspy voice whisper into my ear, kissing me on the cheek.

I just smiled and continue watching the coffee, I'm not much of a morning person so I hardly speak when I first get up. Fifteen minutes later and after my first coffee I finally spoke,

"I ironed your dress shirt for tonight and hung it up nicely, so please do me a favor and do not crinkle it," I said in a more serious tone.

"I promise I won't crinkle my nicely ironed shirt, well at least not until tonight," said with a preppy tone and a smirk on his face

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I said tilting my head confused.

"Mhm, well I'm just saying we will be doing more than just kissing at midnight," he laughed.

"Okay first of all, what does that have anything to do with crinkling your shirt, and second it's not even 10 am and you are already implying sex, and third, who ever said you were getting laid tonight?"

"Oh uh, well I just assumed because it is New Years that's all." He looked at me, giving me "the eyes", the ones that make you never want to say no, but he was out of luck. "The eyes" don't work on me like they used to. I used to never be able to say no to him, but maybe now it's because I've been with him so long.

"I just wouldn't assume anything mate," I smiled, then received a pillow at my head and a groan from him saying, "don't call me mate."

"Ouch love, don't be like that," I say, climbing on top of him and kissing at his neck.

"No stop," he groaned trying to lightly push me away.

"Stop what?" kissing now at his collarbone and jaw line. I knew he would give in at any second and, of course, I was right.