"Why can't you sleep?" I ask a simple question.
Silence, it only lasts a minute or two but feels like ages.
"Because everytime I close my eyes I see you leaving my bed in the middle of the night, I hear you breathing through the telephone, your sile...
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-Harry Styles-
It's been about a week and a half since I told her that I loved her, and since she said it back.
I don't really know what took over me, what forced me to say it, but I needed to get the words out. It felt so strange because I've never felt that way before, love seemed like something so far out of reach and I've never even thought about it before. But then she waltzed into my life and decided to dust off my rusty heart.
I haven't spent a single night without her next to me, or more so on top of me. Wether it was in her bed or in mine her body was always against mine. Falling asleep with her bare tits against my chest, the weight of her body keeping me warm with her face nuzzled in my neck, breathing calmly against my skin with my hands resting on her lower back, the tip of my finger tracing over the two dimples there. She's so fucking beautiful, always blushing slightly when I tell her, and always saying it back when I tell her that I love her, right before she falls into a deep sleep. I still can't get over the way her body melts into mine, like when I made her come on my fingers for the first time, or when she's in a deep sleep and her legs tangle with mine.
I can't get the images of her climaxing out of my head, her moans, the look of pure lust in her blue eyes, her heavenly body under my own one, her walls clenching around my fingers and her rapid heartbeat. She's so sexy and she doesn't even know it, and I'm not gonna lie I almost came in my fucking boxers when she touched me.
I also can't seem to forget the smile on her lips when she woke up in the morning, telling me it was the best sleep she's had in a while. She's been sleeping like a rock every night, and I swear if she wasn't so light she'd crush me in my sleep. I also noticed that she always leaves before breakfast, at first I thought it was because she didn't want to eat, but when I asked her about it the actual reason was way different.
"That'll knock you out real quick, take half of one just before you go to bed and do not do anything after taking it okay? You'll do some funky shit. Got it?" He raises his brows to convey his instructions and she frowns, sitting upright.
"Sleeping pills?" She asks, eyes scanning the label on the bottle.
"Yeah, and only half of a pill you're not used to it." She glances at me and back at Niall, shaking her head and clearing her throat.
"I can't take these, I'll be fine without them, don't worry." I observe her features as she chews on the side of her lip, looking unsure, maybe a little insecure.
"Sure you can. I'm a doctor, remember?" He smiles, oblivious to her discomfort.
"Hm, no I can't Niall trust me." She looks down at her hands, fidgety fingers playing with the bottle in her hands.
"Oh, you have other medication?" He realizes, lowering his own hand holding the sleeping pills. She nods, still looking down at her nimble hands.
