nocturnal

"Psst, are you awake?"


"...Now I am, you twat."


He's standing there, shivering in the cold wind outside her windowsill and she can't help but scowl at him. Still, she turns around to check if her roommates are still awake before unlocking the door and letting him in. He rubs his arms to warm himself up as she shuffles back to bed.


"You guys all fell asleep."


"Yeah, don't sound so disappointed. It's three fucking ay-em and we all waited four hours for the rest of you. So, buy-bye."


"Aw, come on! I can't sneak back out now."


She replies simply - it's not her problem. She lays herself down in the now-cold bed  gingerly and wraps the blankets as best she can around herself. There is a creak and the mattress depresses as he sets himself down on it and selfishly pulls the blankets off her.


"What do you think you're doing?!"


"...Sleeping."


He sounds so matter-of-fact and tired that she can't do anything but huff at him and shuffle closer, smiling to herself when his chin rests on her head and his one leg slides above hers as he places his hand neutrally on her waist. Her lips are an a scant millimetre away from his clavicle and her smaller fingers curl into his side as she shuffles closer, her body resting on his.


"'Night,"


"Night."


[Nothing feels like  h o m e  the way you do.]