Closer

15

"You work as a fashion designer?" Nathan questions with furrowed brows.

"Something like that yeah" I nod as my hands brush through his dark curls.

"What do you mean something like that?" He asks.

"I just do it at home— like online if you might" I explain simply. He raises his hand giving me a thumbs up.

"You never talk about your work" I state.

"Um, I'm not sure you'll like it" he dismisses but me being me, I press further wanting to know more.

"Hm, do you work for like a gang or something?" I assume.

"No.. you wanna know what I do?" He says and I nod eagerly.

"Okay, tomorrow but there is one thing you have to do" he tells me.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Stay the night" he lets out and I flick his forehead.

"Why?" I press.

"Because I don't want you to leave" he admits truthfully.

Son of biscuits.

"Okay, cool— you have extra brush tho?" I ask.

"Yup, there is one already ready on the counter inside my bathroom" he informs me. I try to pick up his head from my lap but fail as he presses it down.

"Nathan" I scoff warningly.

"Hm?" He hums acting oblivious.

Such an idiot.

"Get off me" I exhale pocking his face.

"Okay, okay" he lets out sitting up and pecking my cheek on the way.

I go to the bathroom doing my business in there and then walking out and into Nathan's closet.

I go to the comfiest section of clothing he has, before slipping on some shorts and a t shirt. I brush away my hair with my fingers before leaving his closet only to see him laid on the huge bed.

"Give me that" I command pointing at my hair tie that he stole earlier. He does as told but doesn't give it to me.

"Turn around" he orders. I roll my eyes groaning in the process as I follow his orders like the nice person I am.

He brushes his fingers through the strings of my hair once I'm sat on the bed between his legs.

Few minutes pass by, with him pulling me hair, me groaning in fake pain, and him apologizing while pecking my face.

"Done" he announces. I touch my hair, not making the effort to get up and look at the mirror.

"can you take a picture so I could see?" I ask handing him my phone that I left on the nightstand earlier.

He murmurs a quick 'okay', reaching for my phone before I hear clicking, then he hands it to me.

"Awe I love it" I gush looking at the neat french braid that I can't even make myself.

"Really? I thought I do that since you are French you know?" He reasons, and I head palm my face.

"I don't think they are actually made in France" I murmur to myself as I turn to him.

"Thank you" I say pecking his lip as my hands circle his neck. He smiles at the gesture and pulls me closer if that's even possible.

"Mm, as much as I'd love to stay here, I have to get ready" he says after few seconds. I nod and unwrap my arm from his neck. He places a kiss on top of my head before he gets up.