Losing Home✔️

16. The Morning After

The sun and this splitting headache both worked together in their successful attempt to wake me from the serenity I was in only moments ago to the feeling of something that was rather heavy on top of me. I tried to stretch my limbs but failed miserably with this dead weight laying on top of me.

Peeling my eyes open, which was a bit difficult due to them still being sore and puffy and no doubt, red from last night's theatrics, to none other than the person who witnessed my... episode.

I would scream, but I already know that I'd end up with a worse headache and I would prefer not to deal with that on top of this new-found discovery laying across me and our new possible awkwardness. Have a meltdown in front of one of the hottest guys I've ever met within two days of knowing me...?

Check!

He looked so peaceful that I almost didn't want to wake him. Almost. He was getting pretty heavy with his leg and arm wrapped over me and his head nestled in the valley of my breasts. Well, this should make things even more awkward this morning.

How we got in this position, I don't know. I'm pretty confident I fell asleep with. My head in his lap while he was sitting on the couch. His hair had fallen over the top of his forehead slightly sometime during the night, must've been sometime between him sitting on the couch and then ending up on top of me instead. Am I really that much more comfortable than the couch?

I wiggled my arm free from beneath him since it had gone numb and now had pins and needles. After shaking it back to life, Xavier started to stir and wound his arm and tighter around my torso. I poke bopped him on the nose with my finger and he crinkled his nose and shook his head slightly and nestled even further between my breasts.

Okay, let's try this again.

"Xavier? Wake up." I said, nudging his shoulder.

"Xavier," I said louder this time.

He groaned, his face scrunching in obvious displeasure. Honestly, that's my mood every time I get woken up too. "You need to get up." I brushed his hair from his face and to say that I was surprised by how soft it is, is an understatement.

"Five more minutes," He said huskily with a small smile on his face while I ran my fingers through his hair.

"You're crushing me," I whispered in his ear.

His eyes snapped open as he stared at me in shock when he realised that it was me talking to him and obviously not whoever he was expecting it to be. His face right now is priceless, something that I would've definitely taken a picture of if he wasn't lying on top of me and if I knew where my phone was.

He went to sit up but his arm that wasn't wrapped around me slipped off the edge of the couch, causing him to fall to the ground with me now on top of him. A deep groan elicited from him while I let out a small scream. Is this going to be a regular occurrence where we somehow always end up literally falling into each other? Because if so, I'm gonna have to invest in some protective pads or something, 'cause this is going to leave bruises on my knees for sure.

I was now chest to chest with him, my legs bracing his narrow hips, my hands placed beside his head and my hair acting as a curtain beside our faces. His arms were still wound around my waist tightly with yet another shocked expression on his face.

"Sorry," I said nervously pushing up until I was sat straddling his hips and his hands slipped down to my mine.

"Don't worry about it." He replied, voice still raspy from sleep.

I pulled myself up off him with a blush spreading across my cheeks and moved to fix the couch and fold the blanket up. I could hear him pulling himself up from the ground and pick up the other two sides of the blanket and fold them into me.

"Thanks" I whispered, to which he replied with a nod.

See, now it's just all sorts of awkward.

In the corner of my eye, I noticed a light blush of pink danced across the apples of his cheeks. It was pretty cute seeing him blush. Definitely not something I had expected to happen to him of people, but I guess anything is possible.

A few moments later after we had restored the living room back to its original state in silence, Peyton came plotting down the stairs with Ace in tow. She walked up to me still rubbing the sleep from her eyes and I took her into my arms cradling her against my hip.

Wiping her tangled hair off her face I asked her "Did you have a good sleep?" to which she mumbled something incoherent as she buried her head into the crook of my neck. I guess the enthusiasm for mornings runs in their family.

I walked us into the kitchen and set Peyton down on the island countertop and moved to the fridge to pour a glass of orange juice. Xavier had trailed in behind us, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest and his ankles crossed. I poured a glass for myself and Xavier and a small one for Peyton. I slid Xavier's glass across the counter and handed Peyton hers while I took a large gulp of the cold citrus drink.

"It's already half past eleven," Xavier said shoving his phone back into his jeans pocket.

I'm already late for my second day of school here. Great work Paisley. Well, I'm definitely not going this late just to get there for the last three periods of the day.

"No point really going now," Xavier said, voicing my thoughts to which I hummed in agreement. "Are you two hungry?"

"Starving", both Peyton and I chorused at the same time earning a few chuckles from all of us.

"Well then, let's get you two fed shall we"