i want you | elijah hewson

016 | angel

song of the chapter: Believe it or Not - The Royston Club

eli's POV

Peaking through the gap in the curtains, the sun's morning rays emanated onto my face, nudging me awake.

I groan as I reach over to my bedside table for my phone but as I turn it on, I'm met with a photo of Amy, Charlotte and Ella on my homescreen.

Wait a second.

This isn't my phone.

This isn't my bedside table either.

The fuck?

I shoot my head up from the pillow way too quickly, the throbbing pain of a hangover cursing through my head.

Where the fuck was I?

I didn't recognise this room at all. The walls were littered with posters of various artists. I recognised the Cure, the Smiths, Depeche Mode and many more. Whoever's bed I was in, at least they've got good taste in music.

But I could've sworn Amy and I made up?

My heart dropped.

Did I just dream that the pretty woman had somehow taken me back, and I instead ended up in a stranger's bed?

Did I actually just hurt Amy again? I know she saw me and Riley last night, surely I didn't take her home instead of the one I wanted?

"Good morning, sleepyhead." I hear a soft voice entering the room, breaking my mental spiral.

It was Amy.

Thank God.

"Morning, Aims." I smile back at her with relief, noticing a mug in her hand and a plate in the other.

I'm the one who fucked up and she's making me breakfast in bed? What have I done to deserve such an angel?

"I remembered you preferred black coffee, I hope instant is alright, I don't have a fancy-pants machine." She giggles, sighting next to me in her bed.

"You shouldn't be the one making me breakfast in bed, love. I've got a lot to make up to you." I gave her a worrying look.

"Don't be stupid, Eli! As much as you poured your heart out to me last night in the loveliest way, you were bloody pissed and needed looking after." She says handing me the plate whilst planting a kiss against my cheek.

I could feel my face heating up. "Well, thank you, but next time it's my turn okay, angel?"

"Whatever you say, Hewson." She said rolling her eyes.

She left the room to get her own coffee before crawling back under her sheets with me.

"So what do you fancy doing today?" She asked.

"I think the lads and I were meant to go to the studio and practise for our upcoming shows but judging by how bad my head feels right now, I don't see that happening." I chuckle.

She laughs too, "Oh yeah, Ell said that Rob was so drunk last night he got down on one knee to propose to her whilst they were walking back from the party and instead of saying anything he just spewed."

I gag, "Agh, Aims, come on I'm trying to eat!" I laugh.

"All over her red spezials." She says.

"Jesus. That does sound like Rob though. Back in high school he was once so drunk at a house party that he woke up the next morning in bed with the birthday girl. And her parents." I say.

Her eyes widen, "What the fuck? Don't tell me they, you know?"

"I honestly don't know, Aims, I'm not sure he even knows." I grimace.

"Blimey, Ella's in for a wild ride then." She shakes her head. "Oh, 'lijah, you've got a bit of egg there." She giggles, pointing to my chest.

I smile at the new nickname.

"Ah thanks." I reply, picking it up. Then I realise that it's fallen onto my chest. My bare chest. I wasn't wearing a shirt. I look over to Amy who was only in a t-shirt. "Uh, Aims, did we?" I say pointing between us.

"Oh my god, no, you were way too out of it by the time we got here to stand up yourself, let alone do that!" She laughs nervously.

I put my plate on the bedside table, now messing with my rings, feeling a bit guilty about making the conversation so awkward.

Amy finally breaks the silence, "Well, if you're not planning on doing anything today, why don't we just have a movie day?"

I smile, scooting closer to her and putting my arm around her shoulder, "That sounds great, Aims." and planting a kiss on her forehead. I try to play it cool but my face was painted a rosy red and my hand trembled as she took a hold of it and interlocked it with her own.

It genuinely wasn't like this with anyone else.

I've never met someone who makes me so nervous and excited and happy to be around.

Once she opens up Netflix and puts on a film - I think it was Mamma Mia - she rests her head on my chest. I became increasingly aware that she could feel how fast my heart was beating, but she didn't say anything.

She sang word-for-word every song, only breaking away from me to sing into her fist, as if it were a microphone.

I laughed and watched in awe.

I don't think I could be more in love with her.

I couldn't wait to spend more time with her, to learn more about her and find out about her little quirks, habits, dislikes, it all.

I couldn't wait to show her off to the lads, even though they've seen us together, they haven't seen her as mine, as my angel.

I couldn't wait for her to meet my parents, my brother, my sisters, my God will they love her.

I couldn't wait to let her in, to let her know the true Elijah Hewson, the one who has fallen irrevocably in love with her.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
a bit of a lovey-dovey filler to keep you guys going.
I probably won't be updating until next weekend due to my exams,
also probably because I have no idea where I want their story to go to next lolz, love u all x