Thinking Out Loud

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The morning sun has started to filter through the gaps of the blinds and wakes me easily. A soft breath against my neck has me smiling lazily as I recount the evening before. I turn over carefully, my body draped in one of Blake's old music tees, to face his sleeping form. The chocolate curls I've grown quickly fond of have fallen over his eyes and I push them back gently, trying not to wake his peaceful slumber.

My attempts clearly aren't enough as Blake releases a lengthy exhale and his eyes flicker open, straining in the morning light.

"Mmh I could get used to this." He mumbles happily, a dopey smile curving along his lips.

"Morning." I giggle, retracting my hand from his hair,

"Why'd you stop?" He grumbles attempting to pull me back as I begin to get up. Blake's arms snake around my waist, launching me back beside him.

"Five more minutes?" He asks hopefully as he peppers sneaky kisses along my shoulder.

I giggle at the more affectionate side of Blake but know that I need to be getting home before my Mum starts calling me frantically.

"As much as I'd love to, I've got to get going." I chuckle, untangling myself from Blake's arms and locating my stuff across the room.

"Alright, alright. The bathroom is through there." He points to a door connecting to his,

"I'll only be a second." I call as I enter the bathroom and quickly change.

I glance in the mirror, retying my hair into a ponytail before entering back into Blake's room. Blake is nowhere to be seen, however, giving me some time to look at the things hanging around his room. There are pictures of him when he was a lot younger, arms hanging around two older looking people that I presume are his parents, the goofy grin that I know clearly present.

Wandering over to a desk hidden in the corner of his room I allow my eyes to wander across the neatly stacked books and papers. Textbooks seem to have the largest presence alongside music sheets. A crumpled piece of paper catches my eye, it's dropped beneath the desk and so I crouch to pick it up. As I stand, I notice words that fill it, scribbled notes coming from different sentences, I begin to open the page fully, but Blake's voice speaks from beside me,

"What'cha got there?" He asks as I pass him the sheet,

"Are these lyrics?" I ask him.

"Lyrics? Nahh... I told you I don't sing." He chuckles awkwardly but I can't tell that he's not telling me the truth.

"Hmm are you sure about that, I saw you last night singing along quietly as you played, I may not have heard you, but I know you sing." I tell him, I'm fully ready him to deny it but what he answers surprises me entirely,

"Ok I might sing a bit. But I'm really not that good I promise." Blake groans in revelation of this.

"Come on I want to hear you sing." I say happily, sitting on the end of his bed with my legs crossed, waiting.

"I don't know Jess; I've never sung in front of anyone before." He mumbles worriedly, rubbing his neck.

"Sing for me one time and I'll never ask again... pretty please.?" I ask nicely, attempting to flutter my eyelashes at him but failing hopelessly.

We both burst out laughing at how stupid I look but I watch as he reaches for his guitar and I squeal like a kid on Christmas day. Blake pulls a chair up for him to sit on and begins to strum the guitar, I guess the tune as Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran and my guess is verified when Blake begins to sing the opening lyrics,

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