Shawn

written in his pov btw but you can continue normally in your pov. it helps me honestly when reading it but tell me in the comments if it’s hard to understand at first if i didn’t put a heads up :(

After months of late night calls, teasing texts, and distance that always felt too long, the two of us finally met. You flew out to see me, the long distance crush you’d been talking to for what felt like forever. You were standing there at my door, a nervous smile, suitcase in hand, and for a second, I didn’t even know what to say. You were shy, I was nervous, and everything felt too real all at once. At first, it was awkward. We laughed too quietly, avoided eye contact for too long, and tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal even though it was. But as the evening settled in, the air between us started to soften. You were really here, in my house, sitting on my couch like you’d always belonged there.

When it got late, I offered to let you stay the night. You tried to insist you’d be fine on the couch, but I couldn’t let that happen. “I’d feel bad if you slept out here,” I pleaded, my voice softer than usual. So you ended up in my bed, one side for me, one for you. You fell asleep fast. I didn’t. My insomnia never really gave me the chance, but that night it was worse…or maybe better? I couldn’t stop watching you. Your soft breaths, the way your chest rose and fell, how your hair framed your face. everything about you was quietly mesmerizing. I caught myself smiling, whispering underneath my breath, “He looks even cuter in person…”

I normally always tried to sleep with a pillow clutched against me. It helped me sleeping with the thought of someone under me but this time it was different. So I thought maybe just this once, you could replace it. ”He wouldn’t mind…” I told myself. I hesitated for a moment, heart pounding as I reached for you and pulled you closer. You stirred for a moment but didn’t wake. Your body melted against me, fitting into mine. I held you gently, feeling your warmth and the slow rhythm of your breathing against me. My fingers brushed through your hair as I whispered to myself, “There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep now… not with him like this.”

Hours passed, and I still couldn’t bring myself to sleep. You were peaceful, quiet, with a cute expression. Every now and then, you’d stir or shift slightly, a soft whine slipping out, and I’d adjust you gently, brushing your hair away from your face or rubbing your back a little more. I couldn’t stop smiling. Every little sound you made felt too precious. The longer I held you, the more I realized how much you meant to me, how badly I wanted this moment to last. Everything you did I always found to be adorable.

By the time 4 a.m. came around, my arms were still around you and I was wide awake. It reminded me of those nights you’d text me out of nowhere of how you just woke up for no reason and we’d talk until sunrise. Only this time, you were really here. You started to stir, your breathing changing as you slowly blinked awake. For a second, you seemed confused by the warmth surrounding you. You moved a little, trying to pull back, but I instinctively held you tighter, not ready to let go. A soft, sleepy chuckle escaped you. “I should’ve known I’d end up like this when I woke up…” you teased quietly, your voice rough and low from sleep. “Did you even try to sleep?”

I laughed under my breath, the sound barely audible in the quiet room. “I did I swear,” I murmured, my words slow and hoarse. “Watching your cute face as you slept kept me up more than insomnia did.”

You smiled faintly against my chest. “Mhm… sure. Blame me.”

For a moment, everything went still again, only our quiet breathing and the faint hum of the heater filling the room. My thumb brushed lazy circles along your arm as I whispered, “I just didn’t want to waste it by sleeping.”