When It's Cold(Pelle Ohlin x Reader)

6.

"Should i use black or red for this part?"

Y/n's husky, tired voice snaps me out of my deep thinking.
"I think red would make it look better"
I respond, not really thinking about my response because I can't stop thinking about how nice their hair smells. Fuck you Y/n, for doing this to me. Fuck you for caring so much. But not actually, because I don't wanna loose my Y/n. But considering I'm not falling for them, either. I can't help but think, would they love me back? Or would they rather die than to love someone like me? Either way, I still stand by my statement that I see them as a friend only.

Y/N POV
I got lost in my own world of the painting, with Pelle still resting on my shoulder. I'm extremely tired, but i will finish it just for him. This is so peaceful in a way. Complete silence, just sounds of my brush softly touching the surface of the paper. When I finish my painting, I notice Pelle sleeping in the position he was in before. Now what do I do? I need to turn off the lights and change my clothes but Pelle is sleeping on me. I decide to carefully move him off me, onto a mattress and then manage to do everything I need to do. When i lay down on my mattress, next to his, I feel him pull me closer to him. I panic and get flustered but guess I'll have to deal with that. He might be insane, but he's an angel when he's asleep.