For Your Eyes Only

That night we slept together on the hospital bed. Niall tried to leave, but I refused to sleep without him. He cuddled me close, careful not to touch the bump we had discovered on the back of my head. Apparently Eric hadn’t bothered to catch me when I passed out. So we slept like that, two confused, broken people in love with everything against them except each other.
I woke up around 2 A.M. It was relatively dark, but there was a small lamp in the corner lowered to its dimmest setting. I was on my back, he was on my left with his arms wrapped possessively around my waist and his face buried in my hair. I twisted and turned until I was on my side facing his perfect face. I reached up and traced his jaw line. I don’t know why. I had never had a reason to touch his face before. It seemed silly, but I wanted to memorize him. I touched his lips, then dragged my hand to his strong eyebrows and smoothed them. His eyes flickered half open and he smiled sleepily. I pushed his bedhead back from his face and smiled back.
“Shhh, go back to sleep, Ni,” I whispered. He shifted and pulled up a little higher until he was on his back with me tucked into the crook of his shoulder and my head on his chest. We laid in silence, and I almost thought he was asleep until he spoke softly.
“Annie?”
“Hm?”
“Um… What’s your favourite colour?” I giggled quietly. What a strange question at this time of the morning.
“Blue. What’s yours?”
“Green.” The silence returned. I reflected on how rushed our relationship really was. We met two months ago. I was living with him, sort of, the next week. Then we were… “official” two weeks in. I had only known him for one month when they asked me to leave, and I was a mess, on the inside. After only a month! And now, you’d think that we had been dating for two years. But it felt right. It felt so… just so right to be here with him.
“Ni?” I whispered.
“Hm…?” he answered. I hesitated for a second before continuing. “Annie, you don’t have to be afraid to ask me something.”
“Um, will you sing?” I whispered. He chuckled and everything went quiet.
“Um…”
“Please?” It was silent for a moment longer before he began to sing softly in my ear.
“I wanna write you a song. One as beautiful as you are sweet, with just a hint of pain for the feelings that I get when you are gone. I wanna write you a song.” I snuggled closer, relishing the sound of his sweet, sweet voice. The lingering headache slowly began to fade as he sang. “I wanna lend you my coat. One that’s as soft as your cheek, so anytime I’m gone you will have a hiding place you can go. I wanna lend you my coat.” He was my coat. He was my shield. He protected me. I felt safe here, now, with him. With his warmth against me. “Ooo, anything I need I get from you. Ooo, and giving back is all I wanna do. I wanna build you a boat. One that’s as strong as you are free, so aytime you think that your heart is gonna sink, you know it won’t. I wanaa build you a boat.” Sleep tugged my eyelids closed, and I happily gave in as my man’s angelic voice urged me into peace.

Notes

And finally, he sings to her! I was trying to find a good place for that to happen. And it took about an hour of typing lyrics for me to find the perfect song XD Love you all!