just because i can't get enough of his face

imagine an exhausted calum coming home from a day full of promo, dragging his heavy limbs into the house, bumping his shoulder on the doorway as he stumbles in, but he has a smile on his face because he finally gets to see you but he can barely keep his eyes open long enough to dodge the coffee table let alone stay awake. he manages to make it to the couch where you are laying virtually unscathed, dramatically throwing himself on top of you. “cal get off” you laugh, wiggling around under him, but he just shakes his head and buries his nose in the crook of your neck as he sighs contentedly. “come on cal you need to go to bed, you’ve had a long day,” you try to convince him, your fingers already working their way through his knotted raven curls. he refuses again, whining, “i just wanna spend time with you,” as his long arms worm their way under your body so he can pull himself closer and well how can you resist that? so you let him cuddle close and tell you about his day, but the words coming out of his mouth are slurred with exhaustion and are strung together in intelligible sentences, but you can tell how happy he is all the same. you nod along, playing with his hair and rubbing his back until he loses his fight with exhaustion and falls asleep still draped over top of you, leaving you stuck and trying to figure out how to move 6+ feet of dead weight to your bedroom