Not meant to be

Pillows

(Mick's point of view)

I tried to watch the movie for as long as I could, but I couldn't take my mind off (Y/N). Looking down at her sleeping form I can't help but smile, she is so perfect.
I stroke her (h/c) hair.
​"Alright enough of this crap," I mutter to myself as I reach for the remote.
I turn off the tv and then Pick (Y/N) up. I carry her in my arms up the stairs to my bedroom.
I stop in the hallway and look around.
​"Guest room or bedroom?" I mumble to myself.
I decide to take her to my bedroom, I figure I have slept in her bed enough times for her to be okay with this.

I lay her down on my king-sized bed, she snuggles into the soft pillows.
I head into the bathroom and pull my long hair into a ponytail; I don't like sleeping with it in my face.
I take my pants off and toss them somewhere.
As I head to the bed, I turn off the ceiling light.
I crawl into bed with (Y/N) and turn off the lamp beside the bed.
​"Goodnight (Y/N)," I mutter.
I toss the sheets over the both of us and try to keep my distance, I don't want her to get the wrong idea when she wakes up.
As I'm falling asleep I feel tiny arms wrap around me.
I look over and notice (Y/N) snuggling into me. I smirk and wrap my arms around her small frame.
I love how small she is.
I feel her entwine her legs with mine, she really is wild during her sleep, thank gosh she's so small.
I peer at her in the darkness, I can see a tiny smile tugging at her lips and it melts my heart.
​"You're so warm," She mutters in her sleep.
That makes me chuckle and pull her even closer to me.

My eyes become heavy and I allow sleep to take my consciousness.

(The next morning)

I wake up to the sound of the shower running. I stretch and look around the room. Angelic humming fills my ears.
I smile to myself, everything about
(Y/N) is perfect.
I get up and stroll into my closet. I put on one of my big sports jerseys and some basket ball shorts.
As I walk out of the closet (Y/N) walks out of the bathroom with nothing on but a towel.
​"Mick," She says.
​"Yes?" I ask as I try to keep my eyes to myself.
I can't help but take a quick peak at her, she is so pretty in nothing but a black towel, her hair dripping down her back and chest onto the floor.
​"Can I borrow one of your hoodies. I wasn't planning on staying so I didn't bring any clothes," She says shyly.
​"Yeah," I tell her as I walk back into my closet.
I grab a black hoodie and throw it to her.
​"You can't keep this one," I tell her.
She chuckles and nods.
I watch as she walks back into the bathroom, her hair swaying in sync with her hips.
I smile to myself; she is so beautiful.
​"Do you need underwear or some shit!?!" I ask her.
​"No!" She calls back.
I shrug and grab my phone off the nightstand.
I pop one of my albums into the speaker and let it blast through the room.

Minutes later (Y/N) comes out dressed in my black hoodie, her hair is tied up in a ponytail. The hoodie comes down to her knees and is extremely big on her, it's so big that it hangs off one of her shoulders.
​"Good morning," She chuckles.
​"Moring. How was your shower?" I ask.
​"Good," She shrugs.
She crawls into the bed with me and sits down beside me. I place my phone down and look at her.
Her cheeks are all rosy.
​"What do you want to do today?" I ask her.
​"Hmmm... I don't know," She says as she puts her thinking face on.
Right when she is about to reply her phone rings. She grabs her phone and looks at the caller ID, she groans when she sees who it is.
I give her a confused look as she answers the phone.
​"Hi," She says in a fake voice.
I hear a woman mumbling something to her through the phone.
​"Sorry mom," She sighs.
I growl, her mother seems like such a bitch.
​"This is a bad time mom," She says as she looks over at me.
​"No, I'm not studying," She replies.
​"I finished my studying for the week," She growls.
I hear her mom say something like, "Then what are you doing?"

​"I'm at a friends house," (Y/N) says as she looks over at me.
I smile at her and rub her shoulders; I can sense how uncomfortable she is.
​"Does it matter if it's a man or women," She groans.

​"Okay yes. He's a dude," She mutters.
What her mom says next causes me to almost take the phone from her hand.
​"You dirty slut! You're not allowed to be with a man unless your married!" Her mother screams.
​"Are you kidding me!" She yells back.
Right when her mom is about to say something else she ends the call.
(Y/N) chucks her phone to the end of the bed. She flops down and covers her face with her hands.

​"(Y/N) are you okay?" I ask her.
I hear a little sob escape her lips.
I pull her into my arms and hold her as she cries into my chest.
​"Shhh... It's going to be okay," I tell her.
​"S-she's, never called me that before," (Y/N) says between tears.
​"That wasn't very nice of her. You're not a slut (Y/N)," I comfort.
(Y/N) nods into my chest and I tighten my embrace.
​"I know. I don't think it's possible to be a virgin and a slut," She whimpers.
I pat her hair. I'm shocked to hear her say that she is a virgin, but it makes sense. No wonder why she's so innocent and pure.

​"You think it's weird, huh?" She sighs.
​"What's weird?" I ask her.
​"That I'm a virgin," She whispers.
​"No. I don't think it's weird," I tell her as I rub her back.
I feel her smile into my chest.
​"You're amazing Mick," She whispers.
I chuckle and pull her head from my chest. I look her in the eyes and wipe her tears. She smiles sadly up at me.
​"You poor thing," I whisper as I dry her face with my big hands.
She hugs me tighter and places her head back into my chest.
I kiss her forehead.

​"Your mom's a bitch," I say after a second of silence.
​"Yeah she is," (Y/N) chuckles.

(Y/N) looks up and kisses my cheek. I take the opportunity to kiss her on the lips. Her lips are so soft and gentle, I will never get tired of kissing them.
(Y/N)'s hands slide up my chest and around my neck. She kisses me back and presses her tiny body to me, she is a very good kisser.
My hands land on her hips and I hold her gently.
She pulls away to catch her breath and she hugs me again.
​"I don't know what I would do with out you Mick," She sighs.
Unfortunately, she moves out of my lap and crawls over to the end of her bed where her phone is.
She comes back over towards me and places her phone in my hands.
I look down at the screen and notice a little French restaurant.
​"I thought we could try something new," She shrugs.
I smile at her and pull her into me.
​"Yeah. I'm down," I explain.
She giggles as I tickle her side.

Once I stop tickling her she sighs happily and looks up at me.
​"Mick, about last night," She starts.
I look at her, my face full of concern. Did I step out of line last night?
​"Y-yes, what about it," I gulp.
She smirks and strokes my hand.
​"Relax. I just wanted to tell you, that was my first kiss," She beams.
My jaw drops as I look at her.
​"Really?" I ask in surprise.
She nods her head shyly.
​"Wow, okay. Well what did you think?" I ask her.
​"I think, you are really gentle. Far more gentle than I expected," She chuckles.
I laugh.
​"Well, I don't want to hurt you," I smile.
She chuckles and leans into me.
​"What did you think about it?" She asks nervously.
​"I think, you are a really good kisser. And your lips are really soft," I admit.
Her face turns red and she blushes.
​"T-thank you," She whispers.
I chuckle and pull her back into my lap.
She tries to hide her face from me by taking her hair out of the ponytail she had it in and letting it cover her eyes.
I push her hair behind her ears and tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me.
​"You are so beautiful (Y/N)," I tell her.
She blushes even harder.
​"Stop," She giggles as she starts squirming in my lap.
I love that I have this effect on her.
I pull her body against mine and hug her, she gladly accepts the hug.
​"Okay are you ready for French food?" She says.
​"Well first we need to get you some actual clothes because I don't think you're wearing any pants," I chuckle.
Her face turns red in embarrassment.
​"Yup your right. That would be interesting," She chuckles.
​"Yes, it definitely would," I chuckle.

I decide to pretend to be a waiter in a French restaurant.
​"Excuse me ma'am, your table will be right this way," I say in my best impression of a French accent. ​
​"Ma'am please stop flashing the customers," I tease in the same accent.
She laughs hard.
​"Yeah that would be really bad," She chuckles.
​"Yeah. Don't worry I would cover you up," I tell her.
She smiles at me and then places another kiss on my lips.

​"You're to perfect Mick," She chuckles as she hops out of bed.
I laugh and follow her down the stairs.