Unoriginal but Equally Beautiful Hangrid Oneshots

Lazy Sundays

Hannah, First Person + Present Tense

Soft sunlight streams in through the windows. The room slowly fills with a soft glow, light bouncing off the walls and mirrors and such. I smile, my eyes resting on a particularly accurate beam that had decided to land itself on none other than the lovely body lying beside me. The sunlight is angled really ever so perfectly so that it covers her short, but pretty damn sexy legs, her stomach, and her chest, stopping just before it hits her neck. The arm on her stomach rises and falls with her rhythmic breathing, while the other lays underneath her head. Her short chocolaty colored hair is fanned across the pillow, except for one piece lying parallel to her nose, which flutters up every time she exhales, only to falls right back down when she inhales. Right next to her lips.

In my opinion, nothing is more adorable than a sleeping Ingrid Nilsen.

I shift slightly, turning on my right side to face Ingrid. I've been awake for several hours now, but I don't mind. Not when my girlfriend is right beside me.

Girlfriend. I like that word. I like it even more now that I can associate it with Ingrid. I brush my blonde hair out of my face with my fingers, moving slowly so not to wake her. My elbow betrays me, gently nudging her shoulder. Damn it.

Her eyes flicker open, first staring at the ceiling before resting on me. I love her eyes so damn much. Whenever they seem to find their way onto me, they always fill with love. I makes me completely insane. Her lips are fantastic too, they're always smiling. Especially...

"...Hey babe."

...When I call her "babe." Her eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as the wide smile covers her whole face. She turns onto her left side so that we're facing each other, letting her nose (which is also so effin' cute) bump into mine.

"Hey Hannah-Banana."

I love when she calls me that stupid nickname. I gently shove her shoulder and she puts on her pouty face.

"Ahhh... Grid, Your pouty face. My only weakness..." I spasm, sending her into fits of laughter. Suddenly my drama becomes too much for the bed.

Whump.

The next thing I know, I'm looking at the floorboards.

"Hannah! Hahaha... Oh my god, are you okay?"

I flip myself onto my back to face an only slightly worried Ingrid half hanging over the bed (it's actually just a mattress on the floor), laughing her ass off. I grimace, a dull pain in my head. "Yup, I'm relatively okay. I mean, it could be worse," I pause to wiggle my eyebrows at her, "we could have bunk beds."

She pauses laughing to nod. "Too true Hart, too true."

A brilliant and 100% foolproof plan hits me out of nowhere. I grab Ingrid's arm, which is conveniently hanging over the side of the bed as well as her head, and pull.

"Ahhhhhh Hannah!"

She lands on top of me, forcing some of the air from my lungs. She picks her head off my chest (bonus!) to scold me. "Great idea Hannah, there was no way that that plan could've gone wrong at all." I know she secretly enjoyed it (who doesn't love me?) as her eyes are completely betraying her.

I shrug, and place one hand on top of her head and the other underneath my own. "Well I took your advice." She gives me a confused look as I twist some of hair around my finger. "I took a whisk." I smirk up at her as she stares at me, face completely blank. Suddenly...

"Bwuhahahahahaha... OhmygawdHannah... Hahahaha... You are-hahaha-so lame!"

I smile at her laughter. "I know right?! I'm a total dork!"

We both laugh for a couple of minutes. As we do, a wild Nuggets appears. I lock eyes with him and subtly nod my head. He gets my message and walk quietly up to us, sitting in Ingrid's blind spot. He sits there for a few seconds before leaping onto Grid's back, causing her to gasp.

"Oh ho ho... You and Hannah planned this, didn't you Nuggets?"

He purrs in response, curling up in a ball on her back. I laugh some more. "Now you can't escape Grid. You're stuck!"

She sighs, but doesn't look all that mad. "Trapped between my baby and my bae... I've been in worse situations." She kisses me lightly on the nose before tucking her head under my chin and burying her face into my neck. I move my hand onto her back, rubbing it in circles. "Yeah babe... You know you love this."

I feel her smile against my neck. "Maybe I just love you..." Now I feel her blushing. "Wait, that made no sense..."

I lightly kiss the top of her head. "I love you Grid."

Oh dear god did I just tell her that? We haven't been dating all that long...

She picks her head off my chest and looks me in the eyes. Her eyes are a little watery. She has always been prone to happy tears. I remember when we filmed her coming out video, and it took all of my willpower to not smash the camera. I did however, force her to pause filming several times so that I could just hold her. And tell her it would be okay, and that it would get better.

Two days later, we did the Sense of Self video and The Gays of Thrones MDK. And we kissed while waiting for the Lemon Cakes to finish. Shortly after that, first date. (A/N but that's a story for another time :))

"Really?"

I nod my head. "Of course I love you Grid. Though Nuggets just might steal my heart away from you..." My rambling is cut off by a set of lips crashing into my own. I pull my hand out from behind my head and the other from my back to cup Ingrid's face. Nuggets does not appreciate our making out and hops off Grid's back and trots away.

Too short, we pull away, Ingrid smiling down at me. She glances at our mattress and grins down at me, biting her lip. "When you pulled me off the bed, you totally messed up the duvet."

I groan and roll my eyes. "Oh well... Some things just can't be helped."

Suddenly, an idea pops into my head. I sit up, pushing/shoving Ingrid back onto the mattress. She's laughing as I pick up her phone from the floor. "What are you planning Hannah?"

I don't say anything as I cover Grid (in her pajama shorts and tank top) with the duvet, not bothering to cover her legs or arms. I lightly toss the magazine on the other side of the bed onto her lap. She gets the message and opens the magazine as I step back to take a photo.

This is going to make people go crazy.