bucket list || l. norris

seventeen

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The sun was beaming through the small crack in the curtains and it caused me to stir from my restless sleep. I woke up at constant intervals last night after seeing Lando so shaken. I was worried about him. My best friend was still resting his cheek on my chest. It appeared that he hadn't budged all night long. He looked comfortable where he was, with his arm draped across my stomach and a neutral look on his lips. His face was warm, I could feel it through my pyjama t-shirt, but I didn't mind. It brought comfort to me knowing that he was there.

All I wanted was for Lando to be okay. I knew this had startled him; that was obvious from his reaction during the night. Lando rarely cried, so if he did, it was obvious that something was bothering him. I should've expected it after I told him about everything that was on my mind. I felt responsible for disturbing his sleep, for provoking his mind to create an image which would haunt him. It felt a little selfish. I just wanted to apologise but I knew he wouldn't have any of it.

He began to stir, his hands gripping tighter onto my stomach, before he rolled off of my chest for the first time since he fell asleep again. The back of his head fell into his plump pillow and he grumbled, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. I lay on my side, smiling to myself as I watched him wake himself properly. I think he remembered the events from during the night because he became a little startled, his eyes widening as he reached for my hand.

"It's alright," I spoke calmly, because there was nothing for Lando to be startled about. "I'm here. It's over now."

"Thank God," it was nice to hear him sound a little more relaxed. I hated knowing that he was hurt or upset, and last night really messed with my head because Lando didn't deserve to worry about things that shouldn't be an issue. I wanted to say the same for myself, but it was easier said than done. "I'm so pleased you're okay. I don't want to talk about it."

"We don't have to," I lifted my finger to one of the curls which was falling closer to Lando's eyes. I pushed it backwards, but it sprang forwards again. I couldn't help but giggle; it was cute. Lando simply raised his eyebrow in confusion but I didn't respond.  "Did you sleep well after we woke up?"

"Yes, you're quite comfortable, actually," Lando's cheeks began to blush a soft shade of pink and I noticed that he was unable to look directly into my eyes. It made me nervous, but even more so when he lifted his right index finger to brush across my lips. I remembered that I stupidly caused it to bleed rather excessively last night and I felt bad for putting Lando through that. It was unnecessary. "How's your lip? Is it still sore?"

"A little," I shrugged. It wasn't important. "I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"Pleased you're here," Lando pulled me close and allowed me to lie in his embrace. I cherished moments like this and I knew he did, too. He loved it when we spent time together like this and didn't have to worry about work commitments. We just had to focus on one another. "I much prefer it when you spend time with me over Callum."

"Of course you do," I rolled my eyes. I needed to call Callum and tell him how Lando took things, as I promised I would do so when I left him yesterday. I really did enjoy spending time with Callum but the more I thought about it, the more I realised what I wanted. "You hate him, I swear."

"I don't hate him, I'm just protective," Lando pressed his lips to my forehead. I didn't want to leave the warmth of the bed. I couldn't wait until this was our place to rest and spend each night after a busy day. I'd still probably take a spare room as my own, most likely Sacha's old room, but I liked Lando's company, and he liked mine. "Mila, I think I'm going to sign up for a refresher first aid course."