(A/N thanks for getting over 100 reads! Also, might do a preference chapter) Summary: Emery has major stress and anxiety issues that makes it hard to sleep. Payton loves her so much and it's hard for him to see her like this, so he tries his absolute hardest to help. They're both 17ish in this.
Emery POV "Hey, babe," I whisper across the phone to my boyfriend. It's a wonder how I was so lucky to get him as a boyfriend with how unsocial I am. "Are you okay?" Payton asks worriedly. "Oh, yeah. Just a little tired. How are you?" I ask, rolling back over in bed. "I'm fine. When was the last time you slept?" he asks. My voice must've been obvious. "It doesn't matter." I run my hand through my hair and get it caught in a knot. "Yeah it does. Babe, when?" Payton sounds so concerned, and it breaks my heart. "Sunday night," I mumble, hoping he won't hear me. But he does, unfortunately. "Babe, it's Thursday night! That's insane." "I know, and I'm sorry. Please don't get mad." "I'm not mad, I'm just worried for my girlfriend." His words make me smile. "Don't worry about me, I'll sleep when I need to. Until then, I'll be fine." "No you won't. You can't go that long without sleeping. It's unhealthy. I'm coming over, and we are cuddling until you fall asleep. No discussion about it and no questions asked. See you in 15." Payton quickly ends the call, leaving no room for argument. "Oh, Payton," I sigh to my empty room. I look around and see that miraculously, it's all pretty clean. I decide to get up and brush my hair and teeth, then go wait on the couch until Payton arrives. When he knocks on the door, I get up to answer it quickly. I open the door, and he immediately hugs me, kissing my forehead. "You okay?" he asks. "Better now that you're here." I can feel his smile. He looks down at me. "You're cute." I'm wearing red flannel pants with one of his merch hoodies he got me to be funny-I said once that I was his biggest fan, so he got me this. "You're cuter," I say, smiling as I hug him again, the door now closed. "Nah. Now let's get to bed." He pecks my lips and grabs my hand, heading to my room. We both snuggle down in bed, both in our pajamas. He's being a big spoon. "Nice and cuddly. I'm going to hold you tight all night," Payton mumbles into my shoulder. "Oh, let's get Chick-Fil-A in the morning and talk about it." "Okay. Night, babe." I hear a barely audible 'night' murmured from him before soft snores erupt. I don't even think about how we are sleeping together for the first time until my eyelids have just about drooped down all the way. But I quickly fall asleep, leaving the thought for tomorrow.
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When I wake in the morning, it's early, before 6. I still hear Payton snoring softly (I find it cute), but I don't think I'll be able to get back to sleep. So I silently search around my room, grabbing jeans, a coral orange sweater, brown Birks, and underclothes. Then I head across the hall and shower. When I exit the bathroom, ready for the day, Payton is still asleep, so I just grab my phone off the charger and head downstairs. I decide on making a cup of tea, putting it into my favorite mug that Payton got me. As I sit and drink my tea, scrolling through my phone, I hear the bed shaking, the soft padding of feet, and then Payton appears at the bottom of the stairs. "Morning, babe," I say, smiling at his messy hair. "Morning, pretty." He sits on the stool next to me. "How'd you sleep?" "Good. How about you?" I slide my hand into his and he squeezes it. "Good. Um, do I still have clothes here?" He yawns. "Yeah. They're in my bottom right drawer." Payton smiles, kisses my forehead, and then heads upstairs. I hear the water start in the bathroom, indicating that he started the shower. Then I get a text from him on my phone.
Payton❤️
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Payton❤️ Am I cute?
Emery👻 Yes, very. Now finish your shower if you want to go get CFA
READ: 8:12 a.m.
I smile at my phone and put my mug in the washer, pulling out my laptop to do some school work. Payton comes back down a half an hour later, hair still damp. He smiles at me and wraps his arms around my waist. "Well aren't you happy!" I laugh at him. "I get to go get Chick-Fil-A with my girl! What could make me happier?" he asks. "Hmm, don't know. Sounds pretty good to me." We leave to go get our food. When we get there, we sit outside with our food. Payton puts his hand on my thigh. "So, babe, what's going on?"
