Thomas didn't know it, but he was about to make a huge mistake. Whether it was from irritation or sleep deprivation, he didn't know, but he was done. He just wanted ONE day where he didn't have to worry about Anxiety making him question every last t...
I wake up and feel something warm around me. I assume that it's my blanket and try to go back to sleep.
I can't.
I groan in annoyance, letting myself fully wake up. I try to get up but find something stopping me. I look down to find that the warm thing that I thought was my blanket, was actually Roman.
Heat rushes to my cheeks as I realize what happened, and why he's sleeping next to me.
His eyes are closed, eyelids fluttering occasionally. His hair is falling adorably over his face. His chest is rising and falling evenly and his arms are wrapped around my waist.
I try to move without waking him, but soon decide that it's a losing battle. So instead, I just lay there, glancing at Roman evey now and then.
Eventually, his eyes flutter open and he sits up.
"Ugh... What time is it?" he asks sleepily. I check my phone.
"About 2:00, so we weren't asleep too long" I reply. He hums in acknowledgment. "And uh.. Thanks. For earlier. You really didn't have to do that..." I trail off.
"But of course I did!" He replies shocked, "You were in distress! I couldn't just not do something."
I give him a look of nervousness and gratitude. He stands up and is about to leave when I call out to him.
"Wait!"
He turns and looks at me.
"Could you... Stay here? I uh... Don't want to be left alone with my thoughts again..." I explain anxiously. He smiles understandingly and sits back down next to me.
"Well then, what shall we talk about?" he asks. I think about it, and look at him. A thought passes through my head and I look at his outfit.
"This may be a weird thing to ask but... Canigiveyouamakeover?" I finnish quickly. It takes him a second to translate what I said but when he does he looks at me stunned.
"Why?" he askes.
"I dunno... It would give me something to do." I say nonchalantly. He thinks it over, then shrugs.
"Ehh, I guess there isn't any harm. But don't make me look emo." He says.
"No emo, got it!" I reply and get to work.
I look through my closet and start picking out clothes for him to try on while I set up my make-up. He tries on multiple outfits before I decide on the final choice. I mess with his hair and apply his make-up before standing back to admire my handiwork. Seeing as I'm satisfied, I move him to a full length mirror and allow him to see what I've done.
When he sees, he looks at me in shock.
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