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 *Ben‘s point of view* (8am)

         I’ve been awake for about 2 hours, just staring at her. Taking in every small detail and memorising them. For fucks sake what’s wrong with me. I looked away and stared at the ceiling for a while, only to find that my eyes seemed to find their way back to her.

She is so perfect sometimes. I sound like a twat. I’ve known her like a day…and now I’m talking about her like I’ve known her for years. She is beautiful though. Her eyes are amazing, even when she’s asleep and they’re closed. Her lips are flawless, I’ve wanted to kiss her since I met her. She just draws me in, I can’t concentrate on anything else when she’s around. That sounds so gay and lovey dovey. 

    I don’t know whats wrong with me. I’m never like this about girls, or anyone. The only girls I used to be interested in were easy sluts. The ones that practically throw themselves at you. But she’s so different, so understated. I don’t think she even understands how beautiful she is, she’s always hiding behind that gorgeous hair of hers…

I’m glad the boys aren’t here now. I’d have made a dick of myself and she’d hate me. They’d be laughing at me so much right now if they could see me, I mean I am. Staring at some girl I barely know, but can’t walk away from.

The sunlight started to spill through the tiny gap between the curtains in the window and lit up her face. Some of her hair had fallen in her face and I can’t see her eyes.

How ironic, even when she’s asleep she’s hiding.

I reached out too move the hair away from her face, when she moved I panicked and pulled back my hand. She rolled over, pulling my hand around her waist before she settled again. All I could see now was the back of her head, so I decided to shut my eyes, relax, and try and fall asleep again.  I can feel her breathing where she’s pulled me around her, on my chest and my arm. I can’t believe this. I’m spooning some beautiful girl, I hardly know, and it’s because she wants me too. I can feel my eyes starting to close and I’m falling asleep again. I hope she’s still here when I wake up…

*Jay‘s point of view* (a few hours later)

The sun was burning my eyes even though they were shut so I let myself wake up and I opened my eyes. Ben’s arm is around my waist and I can’t remember it happening… hmm oh well. It could be a lot worse I suppose. It’s so quiet, I could just lie here for ages and enjoy the silence, though the sun coming through the gaps in the curtains is a bit annoying. I tried to get up with out waking up Ben, but it’s impossible. His arm won’t move, I’ve never known anyone be stubborn in their sleep  before. I sighed and thought to myself, I’m going to have to wait for him to wake up now aren’t I. Shit, I have no idea what the time is, for all I know it could be gone halfway through the day already. I could’ve missed the train I need to get. Fuck. There’s no clock on the wall or the bedside either, typical. Ben’s snoring and I’m freaking out, how does he sleep through this stress?! I tried to move out from under his arm again and failed, he really was stronger than he looked. Eventually I managed to move a little, but just to turn around, maybe he’d wake up if I glared at him long enough.

          I managed to glare for all of about 5 seconds before I was distracted by how cute he looks when he’s asleep. No smirk for once, just a faint smile, he looks younger than usual in this state. His hair is everywhere, classic bed head style, and his other arm that isn’t around my waist is wedged under his pillow. If he wakes up now it’d be so embarrassing. I mean look at me, gawping like an idiot school girl…again.  I’ve only known him a day aswell. Man, this is gunna be painful if I find out he’s got a girlfriend, ‘cause if I spend any longer with him I think I might end up seriously liking this guy. I turned to lie on my back and faced the ceiling, and cursed at myself. Stupid Jaylynn. He’s not interested, and why would he be. He’s in a chart topping, popular, amazing band, that have millions of gorgeous girls willing to do whatever they ask them too. Why would I even be an option. I sighed heavily and shut my eyes again.

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