You were sat on the bed in your hotel room, laptop open to your schoolwork as Netflix played in the background. Your boyfriend, Finn, had begged you to come with him on the short press tour for his new movie, IT. He was currently out at an interview with the rest of the cast, and you had opted to stay at the hotel to catch up on some schoolwork.
Shortly after it got dark, the door to your hotel room could be heard opening, followed by the shuffle of tired footsteps. A moment later, an exhausted looking Finn appeared in front of you; eyes half closed and trying to pull off his shoes.
"Rough day?" you asked, quirking an eyebrow at the curly-headed boy. He simply nodding, finally being successful in freeing his feet from his shoes. Once that was done, he flopped on the bed, head landing on your stomach, arms automatically going around your waist. His face was buried in your sweater, and you could hear him sigh in content.
You closed your laptop and pushed it away, deciding Finn was more important than schoolwork. One of your hands started playing with his hair, the other going to lay lazily across his back.
"I hate these interviews. Too much work," Finn mumbled, and you hardly heard him because of his low volume.
"Yeah, but think about it; not many people have this opportunity, soak it up while you can," you reasoned, trying to get him to see the bright side of things.
A pause. "I guess you're right." Finn pulled his face up from your stomach and looked at you, making you automatically smile at his freckly face. Leaning down, you kissed him on the forehead, and then the nose, and finally, the lips.
"You're like magic. You make me feel a hundred times better as soon as i see you," Finn grinned, laying his head back down. You couldn't help but chuckle, smiling fondly down at the boy.
"Well, duh, I'm your favorite person," you teased, and you could practically feel him roll his eyes without actually seeing it.
"I know you're trying to tease me, but that is actually correct," he commented, rolling over so he was looking up at you, resting on your legs.
"Wanna watch a movie? I'm kind of tired too," you questioned, punctuating it with a yawn.
"Let's watch Finding Dory!" Finn exclaimed, reaching above his head to grab your laptop. Quickly, he pulled up the movie, and put the laptop at the end of the bed. Before he pressed play, he dragged himself up next to you and pulled the covers up almost to his chin. He kicked the keyboard with his foot until he managed to press play, then snuggled up against you.
Within ten minutes, both of you were asleep, tangled up in the blankets and each other.
