Finn Wolfhard Imagines

72 - the morning after

*Part 2 of 71 - the night over*

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I was unsure at the time. My eyes were slow to adjust to the light that poured into the room. It was still bright therefore sometime in the morning, good sign. I take in my surroundings and I recall that I had to spend the night at Finn's because B/F/N took my stuff.

Wait a second ...

I look down at the corner of my eyes and see bare skin. My arm draped over his body, his arms protectively wrapped around me. There's no way.

I look up and eye contact with an awake Finn who closes his eyes immediately at the contact. I pull away slowly and rest my head on the pillow again. I lay on my stomach and hug the pillow, half my face embedded into the softness.

"Were you watching me sleep? Creep," I joke.

He hushes me and mouths "sleeping" to me as I roll my eyes.

He had the cutest morning hair I had ever seen a person.

Wait .. cute? No no no.

This was wrong. All wrong.

But my heart said otherwise.

I lean my hand forward and poke him on the nose as he suddenly pulls away and jerks awake from his pretend slumber.

"Hey!" He says as I burst into laughter.

He settles back into his pillow and we just stare at each other for a brief moment.

"Good morning," he says breaking the silence.

I smile briefly at that one statement, "good morning," I whisper softly.

"I like it when you smile and laugh."

I presume my cheeks would've turned a light shade of pink at that comment.

"I don't want to say a lot because I think I have bad morning breath," I say, changing the topic quickly.

"I think I do too," he jokes as we both burst in quiet laughter.

"What time is it?"

He looks behind him and the numbers 6:09 am appear.

"It's still early. Let's go back to sleep."

His hands snake around my waist as I giggle slightly at the sudden touch of his cold hands on my bare skin due to my shirt that rose up throughout the night. He pulls me closer and presses my face against his chest, one arm over my waist, the other acting as a headrest while his fingers played with my hair, his chin resting on top of my head. He was radiating warmth and it felt nice.

This was really nice I wasn't gonna lie about that.