kickthepj x reader

london boy

I was up on the floor, my head rested on PJ's chest. We slept! We were supposed to go to London. I look over at the clock worriedly. We only slept for 50 mins. I roll off of PJ. His curls are running amock. I smile to myself, he can never keep that hair in place.

I like it like that though.

~the end~