When I'm With You (REWRITING)

CHAPTER 46

I forgot what it was like spending time with the guys. These past three weeks was almost like a boys trip expect we actually had important shit too do, but we did let lose once in awhile, going down to clubs or having dinner together.

 We definitely needed to do it more often now. 

The house was quiet and I noticed most of the main area lights were switched off, however their were still lights on around the house. I know it's because I specifically told Dee to keep them on just as a safety procaution. 

My eyes scan the time and I frown in confusion. 

"It's 10 at night. Aren't they usually up?" Freddie amditted as he came back out from the living room. 

"Maybe they had a long day or something?" Jay corrected as he began to walk up the stairs. He leans foward, probably trying to see if he could hear them in anyway. "Yeah, all the doors are closed and it's pretty darn quiet. I think they're all asleep." He whispers. 

I gently place all my bags to the ground, stepping away from it, before making way to move upstairs behind Freddie. 

The first thing I notice was my bedroom door, my feet stay stuck in front of it as the other two walk into their different rooms. I take a deep breath, holding it in as I twist the handle and slowly open the door. 

The room was dim and I knew it was because the night light next to my side was on. My room seemed to look at the same, expect the fact that the sheets were changed and the room looked a little more tider then before I left. 

I couldn't blame Dee though, she's always been a really organised person. 

I slowly close the door back shut, locking it and trying to be as quiet as possible. I walk into the closet, slightly shutting the door and facing my clothes. My eyes widen as I look at my new and improved closet. It was colour coordinated, and my shirts and pants were separated from shoes and accessories. 

Damn Dee must have been really bored without me. "Crazy, baby." I chuckle too myself as I slide my jeans off and throw it to a small basket where, I believe the dirty clothes were. I know this because she specific told me that we were going to have a dirty basket in the closet from now on because she hated the fact that my clothes were always everywhere.

I bring my shirt over my head, tossing it into it's place before switching the light for the closet off and walk out. 

I look at the small lump in my bed and smile. I missed seeing her laying in bed every morning before she woke up and night. As I walked closer to the bed, I noticed that she was sleeping on my side, a pillow against her and her arms around the pillow, squishing the life out of it. 

Her arms were covered with the sleeves of my jumper and I couldn't help but stare at her. She looked so peaceful, like she had no worry in her world. Her cute nose flared once in a while as she took calm breaths of sleep. 

Her lips looked so tempting, and I don't know if I was going to able to resist kissing it. They were slightly parted, giving them the perfect round shape.  Her long honey hair was sprwaled against the pillow, looking so soft that touching it seemed to be threat. 

I knew it was going to be hassle to remove that pillow out of her grip but i had to do it. I really needed her in my arms, because it's the only thing I've been thinking about since I left her here. I crawl onto the bed, sofetly grabbing the pillow which I'm suppose to be sleeping on and pull on it ever so lightly. Luckily, the tight grip she had lossened in an instant, making me grin in joy. 

I set the pillow next to hers and get under the covers. I couldn't help but peer down too see if she was wearing any pants and like I expected...she wasn't. I've noticed that ever since she moved into with me, she's just stop sleeping with pants on. It would either be shorts or a just her panties, considering my jumper or shirt would cover her anyways.