Sunday Morning [Alex Gaskarth|All Time Low] (one shot/imagine)

“Baby, you look so cute in the morning,” you hear Alex’s voice murmuring at your ear.

You sit straight up in bed, staring at him sleepily, “Lex, what are you doing here?”

Last night, you’d agreed it was to be a one night stand and he’d be gone in the morning; the whole thing was to be kept under lock and key. Due to the large volume of mutual friends you have, it’d be hard work but it could be done. 

“I-I changed my mind,” he stammers, his brows furrowing in thought.

“And you came up with this of your own accord did you?” you ask, raking a hand through messy bed-hair.

You actually can’t believe he’s still here; you hate how you look in the morning. He’s never seen you without at least some semblance of order to your appearance and you’re downright embarrassed over the disheveled state he’s now gazing upon you in.

“I did,” he says slowly, “What if I want to be more than a night you’ll forget, or a stain on your sheets? What I really want is to wake up next to you, smiling at how beautiful you look in the morning, make you breakfast, spend the day out with you, showing you off to the entire world, then come back home, make love to you, fall asleep and do it all over again.”

“Do you want to know the reason why I never made any advances on you, Alex?” you hear a vaguely familiar voice whisper in response—that can’t be you. He only gives a slight nod and you continue.

“I look at you and I see perfection, I see everything anyone could ever want. And then I look at me. I see a hideous girl with a crush on a guy who’s so far out of her league, he’s in a whole different universe. So, when you came onto me last night, I jumped at the opportunity to say that for that one second, in some way, I was yours.”

Suddenly, he yanks you up out of bed and you scramble to get the sheets from your bed to cover yourself. He swats them away and pulls you in front of your full length mirror. 

His arms are securely around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder before he inhales to speak, “When I look at you, I see the most beautiful, kind, intelligent, witty, sexy, enticing, stunning, gorgeous woman who is so perfect, she’s out of my league—she’s in a whole different universe,” he presses soft kisses to your shoulder, neck and collarbones as he murmurs against your skin, “Never doubt how beautiful you are.”

You feel warm yet elated emotion pooling in your eyes as his grip tightens on you, “Alex, you have no idea how much that meant to me to hear you say that.”

He smiles against your skin and is silent for a long while before speaking again, “You know the great thing about Sunday mornings? They set the tone for your week; it could be good or bad, all depending on this one morning. And I have to say that getting to wake up next to a beautiful girl and then proceeding to explain to her just how beautiful she is on both the outside and the inside is definitely how I want to spend every single Sunday morning from this point forward.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re asking me out, Mr. Gaskarth.”

“Well, I’m definitely hoping you don’t know any better or this just got really awkward.”

“Why don’t you just come out and say it, dork?” you tease.

He lets out a playful sigh before turning you to face him and making sure to look into your eyes, “Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

“I would be happy to,” you reply with a broad smile.