Here Forever (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Twelve

(A/N) Hey guys! I know I havent uploaded in a shitload of time and honestly there isnt an excuse, I've just been lazy. So I apologize! Hopefully this chapter really makes up for it! I'm in a different country :o Don't know why but I felt that was a cool thing to say but it really wasn't. Yeah... So chapter's finally up! :) Enjoy!

Still enveloped in a smog of sleep, my tired eyes opened slowly to see a sleeping face greeting me. Strong male features embossed the frame of my sight. Like a curious child, my fingers rose to gently feel the dark hair than swept lazily on his head. I brought my fingers back once he shifted in his sleep.

I knew it was odd, probably creepy in most people's eyes, but I watched him sleep. Being in the same, tiny twin bed with my body trapped between his and the wall didn't offer many things to do.

I let my eyes down to his chest, rising and falling sluggishly under his shirt and the blanket. I studied his breathing until I realized my own began to match his.

My feet found each other and curled as they rubbed together through warm socks in an attempt to distract myself. I moved to lay on my back, just barely fitting the available space. I just listened to my aimlessly wandering mind, still gauzed with the wish that I had remained asleep. I tried to oblige and fall back, closing my eyes; I reached no avail.

I let my head turn back to the body next to me. I let out a long breath before sitting up, escaping from under the blanket.

I moved to crawl above his body, trying not to wake him. I had gotten one foot back onto the cold floor as the other held over him. I pulled it over only to be surprised when a strong grip enclosed around my ankle.

He murmured the question, groggily. "Where are you going?"

"The bathroom," I whisper.

He pulled me back, shifting so I could lay down again. "I don't want you to go," His voice sounded tired and deep.

"I have to," I answer again before trying to get up again.

His grip faltered as he dropped his hand before allowing both feet to the floor. I smile as I bend over and place a soft kiss on his cheek. I excuse myself to the cold bathroom. I turn on the faucet, waiting for warm water.

I look out the window to see the English winter sky. I was happy to be back but wanted to go home again at the same time. I can't believe I doubted that it could get any colder. I turned my attention to the sink. My skin flushed red as my hands held under the hot water. I pulled them out and dried them, enjoying the warmth.

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"You took a long time," He commented as I walked back in, my hair roughly dried and still damp.

"I took a shower," I say, heading to my closet.

He moved to lay on his side, facing my direction.

I caught his stare after I brushed my hair in the mirror. "What?" I questioned as I turned around.

He kept his answer simple: "You're pretty."

Warmth fanned my cheeks as I turned back to hide my blush. I tightened my towel around myself as I went to my closet. I picked out a pair of leggings.

"Those won't keep you warm," He pointed out.

I took a pause to give him a look. The tired smirk on his face greeted me. With a raise of his eyebrows, I gave in and turned to my shelf of jeans. I took out a comfy dark wash AE jeans and held them up for his approval, which apparently I needed.

"Wear the navy and brown flannel. It looks good on you and it's warm," He said, more of an order than a suggestion. I followed his command and searched for it. I stepped into my closet, using the door to hide from him. I dropped my towel and quickly put on my undergarments. I tugged on my jeans and buttoned them, taking a minute to wiggle to get them to feel right. I slung on the flannel, buttoning it up before stepping back, to find him sat up and putting his own clothes back on.