I FEEL CHARMED

hihi welcome to my writing blog that i impulsively created because brainrot. my writing schedule is non-existent because i’m just going to be writing whenever i feel like it so even though i have a few people on my masterlist that says i’ll be writing for soon, there is a chance i might not end up writing for them at all (but who knows maybe one day i will). anyways that’s all for now and i hope you enjoy my stories if you stumble across my blog and have a good day/night <3

The sound of pounding on your front door woke you up. Shooting your head up at the sudden disturbance and glancing at the time, you let out a sigh of annoyance when it read 8:13 am. You had only gotten three hours of sleep.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Alright alright I’m coming!” You shouted, knowing full well there was not a chance that they could hear you. Whoever it was. You weren’t expecting guests today and there was no notice of maintenance coming so who could it be?

A string of colourful muttered complaints left your mouth as you dragged your feet across the floor towards your front door.

The apartment you stayed in was often quiet throughout the days. Especially with your boyfriend currently travelling the country on tour for a couple of months, this left the home you shared to slowly become drained.

Oftentimes it didn’t bother you. It was just one of the things that came with being in a band but on others you found yourself rereading messages from whenever he could last find the time to hold his phone. You just wanted him back—but that wouldn’t be possible for another week.

By the time you finally reached the door, the constant pounding had begun to give you a headache.

“This better be important.” You muttered as you leaned forward to look through the peephole where an awfully familiar figure stood waiting on the other side.

It was him. Awsten was back.

Shaking fingers fumbled with the locks before swinging the door open, surprising the boy waiting outside in the process, before pulling him into you.

“Holy- hi!” He managed to say as his arms came to wrap around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you tighten your arms around his neck.

He laughed at this, the sound slightly muffled by your skin before he lifted his head up to say, “I can't tell if you missed me or want to kill me.”

Finally realizing that you basically had him in a headlock, you let out a small gasp before removing your arms from his neck. Sadness seemed to cloud his expression at the loss of your touch before lightning up again when your hands came to cup his face.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” You asked him, eyes wide with worry that you may accidentally hurt him but Awsten simply hummed as he shook his head. His eyes were closed as he seemed to practically melt into your touch with a content smile on his face that you mirrored.

“I missed you.” He mumbled, finally opening his eyes to look at you but kept his cheek in the palm of your hand. He closed them again at the touch of your thumb caressing his cheek, the action made you laugh

“I can tell,” You said as you pressed a kiss to his forehead before removing your hand from his cheek and wrapping your arms around him. “I missed you too.”

He instinctively wrapped his own around you, bringing a hand up to hold your head as you buried your face in his chest.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, simply holding each other and making up for the many times you wished to be here but couldn’t and it wasn’t until you had pulled away to let a yawn escape that it all seemed to finally click in his mind.

“Oh my god I woke you.” Guilt washed over him like a wave and he had to refrain from cursing himself. You had stayed up until nearly four in the morning talking to him on FaceTime as he—unbeknownst to you—packed his bag to get on the first flight home. That would’ve left you with only three hours of sleep before he began banging on your front door. Shit.

“It’s alright.” Your voice was just a little more than a murmur as you rested your head against his chest, all while he contemplated what to do.

On one hand, he wanted to stay like this for however much longer he could but on the other, he wanted to drag you back to bed and let you sleep. It wasn’t fair that you lost even more sleep because of him (and it wasn’t like he’d be going away anytime soon now). Awsten went with the latter, giving you no warning before scooping you into his arms bridal style and headed back inside. His bags remained outside but he could get those later. For now, what mattered most was getting you back to bed.

Closing the door with his foot, he carefully led you back to the bedroom before setting you down. He had just pulled the covers up to your chin and turned on his heel to get his bags when you reached out for his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

There were no words exchanged between you but it still felt like a conversation was being shared and Awsten understood it all. Shrugging off his jacket, he threw it onto the floor with little regard before getting into bed beside you, letting you adjust yourself so that you were lying comfortably against him.