the morning after

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liv.

i woke up, like it was a dream. windows slightly opened, curtains blowing in the wind. tucked in the warmth of my blanket.

i reached over to the other side of the bed. to be met with the cold, frosty feelings of the white, silky sheets. and the absence of him.

i slowly release my mind from the nice morning and see the large coffee on my nightstand. warm now, ice melted and the scent of french vanilla filling the room.

i slowly make my way down the stairs, my senses fill with happiness. the smell of eggs and bacon, the sound of plates lightly hitting one another.

and i see him, standing over the warm stove, shirtless. and suddenly, the sense of a good morning came back to me.

i sneakily took a piece of toast from the plate next to daniel while he was finishing up making breakfast. i then made myself a plate and sat on the counter next to him.

he finished making breakfast and made his way over to me as i finished eating, and kissed my forehead lightly. making my cheeks ignite with fire.

"last night was-" daniel began to speak.

"hold that thought" i cut him off as i heard kiara and olivia make their way down the stairs.

"last night was what daniel" olivia asked suspiciously as she got breakfast.

"last night was none of your business olivia" daniel laughed.

"oh ok. you just remember that when we go to dunkin and you get nothing" she laughs back.

daniel laughs.

"uh i don't know why you're laughing mister, you can barely function if you don't get coffee by noon" i snark.

"babe" daniel says with pouty eyes .

"yes love" i say back.

"can you go get me coffee" he pouts.

"of course but you're paying"

"oka-"

"for me, olivia, and kiara" i smile.

"that's fine, here's my card, drive safe" he says laying a kiss on my lips.

"i love you" i say kissing him again.

"i love you more" he says kissing me once again as i hop down from the counter.

me , olivia, and kiara make our way to dunkin' and get us coffee, while having the biggest concert EVER. Feels nice to be out with my girls enjoying the summer.

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we end up back at the house a half an hour later and i walk up to my room to find daniel writing, sitting by his keyboard humming to the new beat.

i sneak up behind him and yell "DANNY" and when i tell you that boy nearly fell off his little stool. "here's your coffee" i say not being able to stop laughing.

"JACKKKK"

"LIVVVVV"

"I THINK I HURT YOUR FRIEND"

"HE NEEDS A BIGGER STOOL FOR WHEN HES WRITING I ALREADY TOLD HIM THAT"

"OKAY THANK YOU"

"YOURE WELCOME"

it was weird having all the why don't we boys live with me at first, but now i kind of like it. it's like having four brothers i never wanted.

i walk over to danny and put my chin on his shoulder and wrap my arms around his bare chest. "whatcha dooiingggg" as you can tell i'm bored.

"writing, and i'm in the zone"

"can i see it?"

"nope" he says turning around to face me.

"why not" i say pouting.

"because it's a surprise, and if you look at it, you my friend are gonna ruin it"

"fine"

i have my ways seavey, don't underestimate it.




















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short but sweet
tbc

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