#5 seconds

the sheets move with calum as the sun outside cracks through the blinds, encouraging him to start his day. he certainly doesn’t want to, now that your asleep but his side.

it was a split decision, you staying with him last night. you were just supposed to drop off something he left at your apartment and ended up watching a movie. he loved that it was so easy with you around.

the bed creaks softly beneath him as his arms stretch out, careful not to wake you. calum rests his head on his pillow, watching your chest rise and fall with ease. you’re like a painting — full of life and color always.

you stir, almost like you know he’s looking at you, and once you’re almost conscious, calum pulls himself closer to you, “mornin’ gorgeous.”

he watches as sleep slowly departs from you, a smile starting to form and your eyes blinking slowly to see him.

oh, how he loves you so.

“g’morning.” a content hum passes you lips as you smile into his chest. your fingers trace over his tattoos like they always do, the small sensation making his heart thud against his chest.

he’s so comfortable, so warm that you could just…

“hey, don’t fall back asleep. you just woke up.” he teases.

you groan lightly, calum’s hands intertwining with yours. “anything planned for today handsome?”

“not with you like this,” he presses a small kiss to your forehead and you burrow your body closer to his. “comfortable?” he asks, already knowing the answer.