Nora's POV
I wake up to the light streaming in through the bay window, and being up so high you don't really hear the traffic on the street. In my building, even being three floors up you can still hear the people chatting from the street or the cars honking. Here it's just a distant sound. I stretch on the bed, because I'd rather not get up, this bed is just so comfortable, really forming to your body.
Shawn is not here, I noticed it instantly when I woke up that he was absent. The bed wasn't cold so I knew that it's not like he had just left. I rub my eyes and finally decide to get up. The weather is getting cooler, which is not something I enjoy but the floors are always colder. I literally have to brace myself for my bare feet to touch the hardwood floor. My tank top and underwear are just not enough as I find Shawn's closet open and rummage to find a pair of his sweatpants and a sweatshirt to slip on. It smells like him and I can't help but bury myself in his sweatshirt and close my eyes.
Much to my surprise I'm really starting to develop feelings for him. It's not just attraction that keeps me in, it's more. It's just surprising because I never thought I'd fall for someone who is who he is. I'm not saying it's love, but it's something. We just click easily, things are natural with us and I just look forward to spending time with him.
I cautiously open the door and see an empty living room, the blanket that I curled myself up in is thrown about on the couch. I can't help myself but go over and fold it, draping it nicely on the back of the chair. Shawn is nowhere in sight, not in the kitchen or in the loft that I can see. This apartment is so open and airy I just feel like twirling about, of course I have no dance experience so it would probably be a nightmare and end in knocking things over, I laugh at the thought of it.
Keys jingling in the door avert my attention as I make my way to the island and sit on the bar stools. Of course Shawn would be the only person on the other side of the door, someone with keys it's obvious it would be him.
"Good morning." Shawn tells me as he peeks his head in, placing his foot on the door to pull his keys out. He tells me they get stuck at times and need a little extra force to remove.
"Hi." I smile shyly, pulling at the hem of his sweatshirt, suddenly remembering I have it on.
"That my sweatshirt?" He asks throwing his keys on the front table.
"Yeah, hope you don't mind." I pull sleeves over my hands resting my chin on my palms.
"No, I rather like it on you." He smiles, his bright white teeth shining through. I think I could stare at him all day, just his smile, his longer jet black hair that curls just slightly, and his skin. "I brought us breakfast." He holds up a white bag, smiling. "And coffee." He knows exactly what I need, my coffee addiction is never at bay. Sleeping in today made me not as sleepy as I usually am, if only I could do this everyday.
"Thank you." My feet are tapping slightly against the footstool.
"I just got bagels, I'm not much of a cook so I was hoping this will pass." I watch as he sets out a few different bagels and different containers of cream cheese, searching the drawers in the kitchen for butter knives. It makes me laugh, he's been here for a few weeks and still struggles with where things are in the place.
I grab the cinnamon raisin bagel quickly, they're my favorite, and pick the plain cream cheese. "Is it really eleven?" I look past him to the clock on the stove, I never sleep in this late, probably ever in my life.
"Yeah." He lets out a laugh. "I was up at six because Harry called and I couldn't sleep past nine. What's crazy is that I used to never wake up before noon." He laughs. He has that like nervous laugh, it's never really full blown, it's a little reserved but it still makes me smile.
