Flashbacks and Echos [Liam Payne FanFic]

I fell in love with the morning, how you stumbled out of bed when you first woke up, and how your eyes groaned with exhaustion. The way your hands grasped my hipbones while your lips stole the ending of my sentences. Everyday with you felt like a month of Sunday mornings with white bed sheets and lazy smiles.

That same morning, I fell in love with the coffee shop down the street, and they way you ask for two sugars , but you actually meant three.

The walk home from your house made me remember what Monday morning feel like.

Somewhere in between falling in love with our midnight conversations that were exhaled through cigarrette breaths and interrupting by coffee stains, and reading the love notes you had written on my flesh, I realized, I'm in love with the presence of your words and the feel of your existence.

But I'm not in love with you.