#nowah

You weren’t sure why you were awake, but your eyes were fluttering open and blinking rapidly to adjust to the dark room. It was early in the morning still, around 6 am. Noah was sound asleep on your chest, face buried against your neck. He loves laying like this, with his arms wrapped around you and holding you as close as possible.

You yawned and shifted a little, causing Noah’s arms to tighten around you. He stirred, letting out a small grunt and nuzzling your neck, before going still again. Every time you moved, he went with you, he wouldn’t let go of you. You hadn’t realized he woke up until he murmured something against your chest.

“Stop movin’ s’muchhh, wanna keep snugglin with you,”

A small smile spread across your face, hand coming up to thread through his tangled locks and murmuring a soft “sorry,” . Your fingertips rubbing his scalp seemed to calm him, melting into you. His breath was warm against your skin.

It didn’t take long for him to fall back asleep, he was finally satisfied and let himself go back to dreamland when you were trapped under his weight. You didn’t mind though, he felt like a warm weighted blanket, comfy. Your eyelids were getting heavier, blinks becoming longer, fingers slowing their movements on his scalp. With one more press of your lips against his forehead, you were right off to sleep again.

Noah’s eyes fluttered open when he felt soft kisses being pressed on his face, smiling when you came into view. “G’morning angel,” He nuzzled his nose against yours, the familiar scent of your perfume engulfing his senses. “Morning Noe, I made you coffee.” He hummed and closed his eyes again when you ran your fingers through his hair, pouting when you pulled away.

“Mmh, coffee can wait, cmer,” Squeals filled the room as he drug you by your hips, pulling you on top of him. You smiled when he pressed his lips against yours, so, so softly. He’s always so gentle with you, as if you’re a porcelain doll and you’ll break even if he’s slightly rough with you.

You managed to murmur a “happy birthday,” in between kisses, feeling his smile grow against your lips. They were so soft, so kissable. You only pulled away when you started to feel lightheaded giggling at the way he started pouting. Oxygen doesn’t matter to him when it comes to kissing you.

The way he was looking at you made you melt, soft brown eyes locking onto yours. He looked so pretty, messy brown hair framing his face, the slight sprinkle of freckles on his nose and cheeks, the way the light peaking through the curtains shining on his face; he’s perfect.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” His cheeks turned a soft pink, smiling wider. “Hmm, I‘m not sure,” You both knew that was a white lie, he just wanted to hear you say it for the 100th time. You giggled, cupping his cheeks with both of your hands.

“Well, you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, and I mean that. My pretty boy,” You pressed a soft kiss to his nose, then his forehead, and lips. You could feel the way he smiled really big against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“And you’re the prettiest, most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

You pulled back to smile at him, leaning your forehead against his. Mornings like this are the ones you love most, where you both kiss and hold onto each other as if it was the last time you’d be able to, where there is soft words of affirmation and just love. You always think back to the first time he told you he loved you, when you were jamming out to your playlist and doing whatever in your living room.

You’re the best thing that’s happened to him, and he wouldn’t trade you for anything.

It’s around noon now, you made Noah wait downstairs while you made sure your gift was perfect. It’s a book, but it’s a special one. Every page is filled with pictures of you and him, with the band, places you’ve been to with each other, your first date, etc. Theres the date and time under each one, most of them are polaroids of you and Noah. You drew and cut out hearts and mini envelopes and put some on the pages, even coloured and drew some pictures to put on them as well.

The front of it labeled “The Love of My life” with a white heart, since the cover is all black. You were really hoping he would like it.

You skipped downstairs, nearly tripping as you walked towards him where he was on the couch. He looked up from his phone when he heard you walk up to him, confusion written on his face when he saw the neatly wrapped gift in your hands.

“What’s this?” He asked softly when you handed it to him, sucking in on your lip nervously. “A gift, been working on it for a long time.” He smiled up at you, his hands untying the ribbon around it. It was a pretty shade of green, the wrapping paper a darker green to match. He carefully unwrapped it as if it was the most delicate thing made, setting the paper aside.

You watched as he looked at and read every page, watching the way he smiled a little wider at each one. You couldn’t see it at first, but he teared up a little at the last page. It was about how happy you were to have him in your life, how he made you smile, how you loved everything about him, how he made everything better.

“I-.. I don’t know what to say, angel.” That’s when you saw the way his eyes were glassy when he looked up at you. You plopped down beside him, cupping his cheek to make him look at you. “You don’t have to, baby.” His hands moved to curve around your sides, pulling you on top of him and holding you against his chest. He just wanted to hold you, to feel your warm skin against his.

“I love you, so, so much sweetheart.”

You smiled against his neck, pressing a soft kiss against it. “I love you too, Noe.”

Pizza boxes and cups laid in front of you on the table, a blanket wrapped around you as you leaned against Noah. You two sat on the couch, watching him play Mario Cart with Nicholas. The guys had came over a few hours ago to celebrate his birthday, all taking turns on the game.

“Nooo!! You fucker!” You giggled as Nick shouted when Noah beat him again, everyone laughing a good bit. Noah passed the controller to Jolly, and Nick passed his to Davis. His arm wrapped around you again, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You smiled at him sleepily, yawning a little when you snuggled into his side.

“Tired baby? You can go upstairs if you want, you don’t have to stay in here.” You shook your head, moving further onto him. You’d rather sleep down here with all the noise than leave his side. You could already feel yourself dozing off, but it was okay, there’s really no place you’d rather be than right here with the guys, and your beloved Noah.