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Preference #36: Keep away from me, I've got a hairdryer!

Placing my phone down to charge I opened up my duvet and climbed in, embracing the warmth on the cold winter evening. As I tossed and turned, trying get comfortable like I have done for the last five months without him at my side. 

It dawns on me and I sit upright quickly, did I lock the front door this time? Usually I wouldn't worry if the door was locked or not, as I live in a safe and secure area, but of late there have been cases of burglary which could not worry me more living alone. I let out a shaky breath but convinced myself that I did lock it before I came upstairs and managed to drift off to sleep. 

 A loud noise woke me up and I sat upright, pulling the duvet up to my chest as I did so, my heart was racing faster than usual and my vision was slightly blurred, maybe I just imagined the whole thing. Then I heard the stairs creak, something they don't just do on their own. "I'm going to die, why did I wear my ugly pyjamas." I swore under my breath as I reached under my bed to grab my usual weapon of defence only to find I wasn't grabbing at anything. My eyes went wide as I picked up my phone to shine a light under my bed only to see it was missing. My trustee frying pan, gone. Why did I have to have a cooked breakfast the other day? If y/f/n was here she would've said I should have picked a knife, due to our debate on what would make a better weapon after watching Tangled at 4am.

Desperately I fumble around my room searching for something that could be used as a weapon, I quietly search for something blunt but I only come across my hairdryer, my luminous pink hairdryer that I've had since I was 10. Sighing I pick it up, having no other option if necessary. I hide behind my door, my breathing now shallow due to the amount of fear I felt. Maybe they'll just leave this room alone, be happy to take my tele downstairs and my kitchen aid then walk away feeling accomplished. Oh who am I kidding, if I were a burglar I'd go to every room but then again I would search for the makeup rather than the 'traditional' valuables. 

 The creaking becomes louder and I hold my breath, knowing they are just outside my room. "Whoever you are keep back! Keep away from me, I've got a hairdryer!" I blurted out, and I wanted to hit myself with the hairdryer, that sounded a lot more threatening in my mind. The door knob began to move and I held the hairdryer high and moved in front of the door, ready to strike my intruder. As the door began to open I let out a loud yell but as I went to slam the hairdryer down I stopped, dropping it to the ground. "You fucking shit!" I yelled at the top of my lungs and collapsed down to the ground, the momental adrenaline rush now fading and sleep kicking back in. 

 He let out a laugh, "Hello to you to." He moved and sat next to me on the floor, holding me close into a hug. The musky smell that has been looming on his pillow definitely doesn't do justice for the real thing. His hair remained out of place and he was dressed in all black, no wonder I thought he was an intruder, but his eyes remained prominent as ever before, shinning through in the darkness. "By the way, a hairdryer?" He joked and I just sighed, collapsing back into his chest. 

 "How come you're home? The tour doesn't end for another month or so." I said through a thick layer of sleep, I felt his arm underneath my leg and the other one supporting my back.

 "Sh, sh, I came home for you. You have no idea how much I've missed you." He whispered into my ear as he set me down in bed and joined me, 

I curled up into him finally being comfortable after months. "I love you Lukey." I mumbled into his chest as I smiled.

 "I love you too, I'm going to explain it to you in the morning," He began and I nodded closing my eyes at last finally feeling content.