ALEXAN DER WANG
This has been sitting on my pc for too long. Here I did a thing. (heres a link too)
Excuse me, I really enjoy drawing louis in beanies.
You know when you’re little spoon and sleeping with someone and you wake up a little and scoot your butt and back towards them and they just so happen to be awake too and pull you in closer and you fall back asleep? Yeah. That.
“Why do you keep yelling at me?”
“Because you’re irritating me.”
“But I’m just trying to help!” Niall huffed irritatedly, tugging on his almost-brown hair in frustration. “Is that too foreign of a concept for you?”
I groaned inwardly, turning my back to him and walking towards his guest bedroom before turning around again. “Yes, okay! Because I don’t want your help. You know I don’t do touchy-feely things, so stop it.”
His jaw clenched and unclenched, eyes hard yet confused because this was definitely a situation he didn’t know how to deal with. And he liked having everything under control. “You are…you are unbelievable,” he muttered, finally retreating to his spot on the couch. “Just go to bed.”
And I did, not sparing him a second glance as I grumbled my way to the guestroom, not giving him the satisfaction of curling up in his bed. But when I was laying there, something pooled in the pit of my stomach. Maybe it was frustration, maybe it was guilt. Whatever it was, it propelled me towards Niall again as I focused on not tripping over the blanket wrapped tight around me.
He noticed me approaching, squaring his shoulders slightly as I came closer. It was easy to curl up next to him, easy resting my head on his chest and curling my fingers around his shirt. It wasn’t easy, however, having his body tense and rigid under mine.
Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, I sighed, only moving closer even though he was rejecting me like I did him only a few moments before. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly, and I knew he was listening because he stopped breathing. “I don’t handle pain very well.” He seemed to melt at that, relaxing his body, his hands moving to rub circles into my hips. “I do want your help,” I whispered, taking back my previous statement. “I do like it when you’re touchy-feely with me.”
His lips skimmed over my forehead and I felt the tension in my shoulders ease. “I still think you’re unbelievable,” he murmured, and I nuzzled a little closer to hide my smile. Strong arms tugged on my legs, lifting me into his lap as he held me tightly. “I have ice cream in the freezer if you want. The neopolitan one you love.”
I shook my head. “Mmm, I kinda want something warm right now.”
Niall smiled, pressing his lips to my own. “Whatever you want, pretty girl,” he said softly, lifting me, blanket and all, and carrying me to the kitchen.