𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

"𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞?"

it was late. but you couldn't sleep.

calums head was resting on your stomach, and you were playing with his curly brown hair, sometimes absentmindedly braiding it.

he was singing softly under his breath, which made you feel sleepy. but he was awake. you didn't want to fall asleep without him.

eventually he got bored with it, and moved upwards so that he was lying next to you, his face inches from yours on the pillow. he props himself up and moves closer, so that his nose is brushing up against yours, "hi."

you giggle as he moves your hair back and kisses you slowly before moving back. the curtains are drawn so you can see his face slightly from the moonlight.

"how are you feeling at this exact moment?" he asks out of no where.

"tired, and bored." you say, staring into his deep, warm, brown eyes.

he talked about stars, galaxies, and all the different breeds of dogs, "can we get a puppy?"

"if you want." you say. he smiles and continues talking about random things that pop up into his head. like, "if the sky wasn't blue what color would it be?" and, "are people who play six stringed basses better bassists?" and "do you like the color of your eyes?" or even, "would you go to mars with me?"

he just looked at you with his gorgeous brown eyes that were threatening to shut, but he wouldn't. he had so many things going on in his mind.

eventually he fell asleep on your shoulder, his lips pressed up against your collarbone and an arm hooked around your waist.

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the things i'd do to experience this..:

(btw, i got most of these short imagines from instagram, so creds to the owners. i just edited them to fit my liking. but the idea is theirs!)