I woke up expecting to feel Austin's head still laying on top of me, along with the heat of his warm body pressed up against mine. A feeling that I had quickly grown spoiled to waking up to each morning.
But much to my dismay, I felt nothing but the coldness of the apartment sneaking it's way under the gap of the blanket I was loosely wrapped in. I kicked off the covers and I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes. I stretched my tired body before I groaned and mustered up the strength to pull myself off of the couch and look for Austin.
I trudged over to Ava's room and peaked inside to see her still sound asleep and her dad no where in sight.
I closed the door quietly as I pushed my messy bed head out of my face and made my way over to the balcony door. I slid it wide open, and stepped outside to the cool morning air, the sight of Austin entering into my view.
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A half of a cigarette held between his lips and extremely tired looking eyes. However he managed to look as perfect as ever. This man never failed to make my knees weak with his appearance alone.
I stood before him, his shirt from last night hanging barely half way down my thighs and my wild wavy hair tousled all over the place.
"Morning." He said in a groggy voice which made me giggle at how miserable he sounded. He sat at the small table with a mug of steaming coffee in front of him and his legs comfortably propped on the opposing chair.
"Aren't you a beautiful sight for sore eyes." He muttered in a low voice, a small smirk forming on his face while he ashed his cigarette.
"Good morning. And I look a complete mess right now so don't even lie to me." I shook my head, suppressing a smile from my face.
"No make up, your untamed hair and my shirt. You look the prettiest in the morning Amelia. Don't argue with me." He replied firmly, sending a flush to my cheeks.
"Thank you. Where are you going so early? Its 7 am." I asked as I walked up closer to him and reached my arms out to hug him.
He was already showered and dressed in a signature Post Malone two piece outfit.
He took his feet down from the chair, wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me as I stood over him.
"Come here baby." He said, pulling me down to straddle him. I swung my one leg over his thighs and slid down onto his lap. Something else I had become all too accustomed to doing lately.
"I thought my photo shoot was at noon but it actually got moved to 8 in the fucking morning. Dre called me a little while ago to make sure I was up because I never answered his text last night about the time change." He groaned, leaning his head into my neck. "I'm so damn hungover you don't even know."
"I think I have an idea of how hungover you are. You were so drunk last night." I laughed as Austin picked his head up and let his eyes meet mine.
"Oh fuck, I didn't make a fool out of myself did I?" He questioned.
