Band Imagines

Austin Carlile; Good Morning

I wake up, in a tangled mess of sheets and pillows. Early morning light filters in through the gaps in the curtains and a light breeze flows through the room. I look over and see my boyfriend, Austin, stretched out and sleeping peacefully. I roll over and curl up into his side. Delicately and slowly, I trace my finger over his tattoos. His nose twitches before he lazily drapes his arm around my shoulders and playfully strokes my hair.

"Good morning, babe." Austin coos in a rough, raspy voice. It's rougher than usual because he had a show last night. It's nice and comforting.

"Good morning." I reply back and tentatively kiss his lips. I revel in the comfort of his embrace before I remember that it's a Tuesday. I have work. I glance over at the clock and give a light sigh.

"What is it?" Austin asks, rubbing small circles into my shoulder with his thumb. I rest my chin on his inked chest and gaze up at him.

"I have to get to work." I mutter, slowly rising up into a sitting position and planting my feet on the floor. I'm about to stand up when I feel Austins hands on my waist, gently pulling me back in bed with my back to his chest. He plants a kiss on my jawline, just below my ear, soft and sweet.

"You don't have to go, Y/N."

"Yes, I do." Austin holds me in his arms for a moment and slowly takes my hand in his larger one.

"You could just stay here with me." He suggests and I turn to face him, intending to dead pan him. Austin quickly pecks my nose and then my forehead.

"I guess one day off won't hurt." I say, giving in entirely and resting comfortably into his chest.

"Perfect." Austin mumbles, his lips against my neck.