Imagine If....

He's your "Can't Sleep Love"

*Inspired by the song Can't Sleep Love by Pentatonix!*

You laid out on your couch, staring up at the ceiling. You'd been there for a better portion of your day, twiddling your thumbs. Today was the day that Mark was supposed to be coming home from yet another convention. He may have only been gone for a few days, but it affected you more than you thought it would. You couldn't sleep without him by your side, so you've had many restless nights.

Those nights were spent in moments like these, dreaming as you stared off into nothingness. Countless memories from various parts in your relationship came to mind as you laid there.

You remembered the first time you guys met. 

It was a cold day in December, so you decided to stop at a nearby coffee shop for some hot chocolate. Adjusting the gray scarf you had around your neck, you made your way into the shop. A smile lit up your face as you saw the various couples snuggled together in the multiple booths that were strewn about the room. For whatever reason, seeing people happy like that made you happy. Deep down inside, though, you could feel envy gnawing away at your stomach. You've always wanted to experience the kind of love you see in the romance novels. The idea of  "Can't Sleep Love" has always appealed to you.

You were jarred out of your thoughts when someone bumped into you, spilling whatever drink they had in their cup all over the front of your white shirt.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. You ok?" A deep bass sounding voice asked you. Looking up from the stain that was starting to form on your shirt, your eyes fell upon the man that stood in front of you. A man that was roughly 6 feet tall looked down at you, concern shining in his chocolate brown eyes. You couldn't tell if the pink tinge in his cheeks was from the cold, or because he was embarrassed of what had just happened. 

"It's fine, I wasn't paying attention." Out of nowhere, the man hands you a small stack of napkins from a nearby table. As you attempted to dry the spot on your shirt, the man is digging into his wallet, presumably for money to give you. 

"You don't need to..." You started to say, but he cut you off.

"Nonsense, I insist." A small smile soon lit up his face as he stuck out the money towards you. 

"Mark." He said as he introduced himself. It wasn't long before you returned the smile.

"Y/N."

You smiled in fondness as you recalled that. You remember how difficult it was to sleep after that for the next few days. Mark's kind gesture constantly played through your mind like a motion picture. No one had ever done that for you at that point in your life.

You remembered the first time he'd asked you out.

After that incident at the coffee shop, you and Mark stayed in touch. In a matter of months, you guys had become fast friends. It wasn't long before he was introducing you to his friends and vice versa. Eventually, a few of your friends started to think he was crushing on you. You brushed that thought aside. You two were good friends, nothing more. 

You were currently cleaning while listening to music through your TV. Some song by Elton John started coming through the speakers when you heard someone knock on the door. Turning off your vacuum and pausing the music, you made your way towards the door.

You opened it to reveal Mark standing there, a nervous expression on his face. His bright red hair seemed to be disheveled.

"Is everything ok Mark?" You asked, concern lacing your voice.