Bad Things; Lip Gallagher ♡[1]

What's going on with you two?

-Kirah-
I woke up at 7:33 am with my Harry Potter book on my stomach. What the actual fuck? I haven't woken up that early since I was about ten years old. Weirdly, I felt quite refreshed and briefly wondered what time I had actually fallen asleep before realising that I was still lying on Lip. Hey, why are you still sleeping? I thought, rubbing my eyes. He was snoring lightly, his mouth gaping open and his eyelids fluttering slightly every once in a while. I had to wake him; I needed to wake him but I didn't want to. He seemed so calm and peaceful, I hadn't seen him sleeping in a while and, for some reason, watching his chest lifting up and down smoothly and listening to his breathing made me feel at ease. I lifted the book off of my stomach to see that I was about 70 pages in and raised my eyebrows in surprise. I hadn't read to him like that since he'd stopped needing it when his Mom left. We were eleven at the time and he slept over at mine for a while after she'd disappeared because he didn't want anyone to know that he was hurting, he was just that type of guy. He'd been there for me when my Dad left so I was determined to be there for him.

7:40, fuck, I sighed and bit my lip as my stomach flipped. I tapped him on the cheek lightly and, before I could stop myself, I ran my hand through his hair. Rolling my eyes at myself, I shook him, "Lip."

He didn't move.

"Lip, wake up." He stirred and I shook him a little harder, "Lip, you need a shower."

"Fuck off," he rolled over.

I jumped on him, "Lip! Get the fuck up, you asshole!"

He rubbed his eyes and yawned, "Kirah, get the fuck off of me."

I laughed, "payback's a bitch."

He gave me a crooked smile and finally opened his eyes, "what time is it?"

"7:42."

"In the morning?"

"No at fucking night," I said sarcastically. "Of course the morning! Get up, you need a shower."

"Alright, alright." He sighed and rolled over me to get out of bed. With a yawn, he turned towards the window, raised his arms and stretched. "You need a shower as well, you smell worse than Frank."

I noticed that his shirt lifted slightly and found my eyes wandering to the toned, pale skin that was exposed.

"Ugh, I don't smell that bad!" I forced myself to look away before he noticed and said, "but I know I need a shower and that's why you need to get in it while I go and get your shit for school from yours."

He laughed and looked back to me, "alright, alright."

After watching him limp as we left my room, he got into the shower while I went to his, letting Fiona know where he was before grabbing his stuff and walking back to mine. By the time Lip got out of the shower, I had got back and put his shit on my bed before going downstairs to grab a cup of coffee.

"Hi, Mom," I smiled as I walked into the kitchen.

"Fuck," her eyes widened. "Am I late?"

I frowned, "what are you talking about? You don't start work until 9."

"7:50." She sighed in relief after checking the time and smiled, "I start work at 8:45 and you usually sleep until 9."

"Why 8:45? The supermarket doesn't open until 9."

"Because Tracy wants me to start early to set up and everything."

"Fuck her," I poured myself a cup of coffee.

"I'd rather not." I laughed at her remark and she took a sip of her own coffee. "So, what's with the early morning? Doesn't Lip have to usually come and wake you up?"