Not what I thought

Earliness

Charlotte's POV

There's something about Xavier. It's almost like he's too good to be true. I didn't sleep well last night. My brain isn't shutting down. Voices, thoughts and echoes took over for 99% of the night.

I look like a zombie. Maybe it's the lightning in this bathroom, but I look pretty shit. My eyes are red, I look like a panda with my dark circles. My skin is blotchy and I don't think I've felt this terrible in a long time.

My dad always told me water is the cure for everything. I never understood quite why that was but I was willing to try it. It's early morning, the birds are barely chirping.

I drag myself to the kitchen to get water. The sun is just peering through the bottom edges of the clouds.

"Why are you a wake so early?"

"Can't sleep."

I turn to face Xavier.

Oh dear. Oh lord.

He's shirtless. How long is it socially acceptable to stare at someone's abs?

His figure stand prominently I front of me. His toned body twisting shifting as he stretches. His body is amazing. Every inch of it is muscular; his arms, his chest, his core and his hips. Oh man. It's beautiful.

His hair is messy and ruffled and all he's wearing is his grey track pants. I stop my eyes form slipping further down past his waist. Grey track pants have a reputation, especially in the morning.

I continue staring out the window, sipping slowly. Water after sleeping tastes like it is straight from heaven.

"Why can't you sleep?"

"My head won't shut up."

"Do you want to sleep? I've got stuff that makes me pass out almost immediately."

"It's ok. It's morning now anyway."

I put my cup in the sink and go back up to my room.

"Do you what me to sit with you?"

"I don't mind."

What's he trying?

Xavier's POV

Score.

She honestly looked terrible. I follow her up to her room and watch her crawl back into bed. She covers herself so that all I can see is from her eyes up. Her hair is spread all over the pillows. I didn't realise how long it was. She takes the left side so I sit at the top of the right side.

"Tell me about you."

She emerges her face form the covers and questions me.

"Well I'm in Uni studying sport science. Uh, I'm 19. My mum left me and dad when I was 4. What else do you want to know?"

"That good enough."

"Tell me about you."

"I'm 17. I wanted to do paramedics but now I don't know if I'll be alive tomorrow."

"Don't be like that."

"Why not. Both my parents are dead. I'm living with strangers-"

"Nice strangers"

She rolls away from me and wriggles around for a while. She gets to sleep, but she's restless. Her leg is thrown over a pillow and she's hugging another and she has another behind her back. I might try it tonight. Looks pretty comfy. These girls have this sleep thing down.

She lay there, lips slightly parted, breathing deeply. The sunlight is now beaming through her blinds and shining onto her body. She looks like an angel. She isn't even trying.

She's finally sleeping. Dad pokes his head in, obviously not expecting to see me.

"Oh there you are."

"Shut up. She just got to sleep."

He chuckles a bit.

"Not falling for her, are you?"

I shoot him a stare.

"It was just a question."

He walks off. Charlotte stirs a little.

I barely know her. All I know is she is scared and beautiful. I feel obligated to do keep her safe. And so I shall.