Let Me Hold You
Requested by: @wavyjassy
Request: A first time where he sneaks into your window late at night to meet you kinda thing (like maybe she calls him crying or has a nightmare)
A/N: Thank you for requesting! This was such a cute idea and I had fun writing it. Feel free to send in more :)
gif credit to owner
Eleven turns into midnight, then it’s one, and when you look at your phone again it’s four o’clock in the morning. You rub at your tired eyes, wincing at the sting that follows.
You were exhausted, but sleep wouldn’t come. Tossing and turning all night you finally gave up trying. Insomnia is something you’ve dealt with since you were younger. Some nights were easier than others. Not tonight. So here you were, sitting on your bed, knees pulled up to your chest, in the dark. Just three more hours and it’ll be time for school, you think with a sigh. Alex is the only one that knows how bad it gets and he’s told you to wake him up whenever it happens. But it made you feel bad waking him up, so you didn’t. Why make him suffer, too?
When you get to school it hits you all at once. A concerned look is on Alex’s face, but he doesn’t say anything. You feel like a zombie as you walk down the hallway to your locker. You ignore the stares you get from your fellow students. You’re sure that you look like a sleep deprived maniac.
“There’s my girl,” you hear from behind you. You turn, a smile tugging at your lips. It’s Jeff. “I waited for you in the- hey, whats wrong?”
Worry fills his voice, his eyes searching over you as if he’ll find something physically wrong. “You’re pale and your eyes are red and puffy. Is everything okay? Have you been crying? Did someone-” you chuckle and cover his mouth with your hand, cutting off his frantic worry. God, he’s so adorable. It was sweet how he got worried about you.
“I just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all,” you tell him removing your hand. “I’m okay.”
“Is it your insomnia?”
You’re taken back by his question. How did he… “How do you know about that?” You ask, brow raised.
He shrugs. “Alex told me.”
“I’m going to kick his ass,” you mutter with a yawn.
“I want to know these things about you,” Jeff says while taking your hand in his. “You’re my baby girl, and I want to help any way I can.”
You smile and wrap your arms around his neck while on your tiptoes, pulling his lips down to yours.
Later that night it happens again. You lay there this time, staring at the ceiling as frustrated tears poured down your face.
There’s a tapping at your bedroom window, and for a second you think that you might be hearing things from the lack of sleep, but then you hear your name too. Confused, you roll out of bed and quietly make your way over to window. A gasp leaves your lips when you push the curtain aside and look down.
You quickly unlock the window and push it open. “Jeff,” you whisper shout. You don’t want to wake up your dad. “What are you doing here?”
“Can I come up?” He shout whispers back.
You nod and watch as uses the tree to climb up to your window. You never realized how easy it would be for someone to get to your window with that tree. How convenient. After climbing in he closes the window and locks it. Then turns to you.
“Baby,” he says softly when he sees your tear streaked face. “What’s wrong?”
You sniffle. “I still can’t sleep.”
“Come on,” he takes your hand in his and walks over to your bed. You watch as he kicks off his shoes then pulls his black sweater over his head. Now, you’ve seen him shirtless before but never up close. He’s beautiful, to say the least. Chiseled to perfection. How could somebody be so damn perfect? Then he’s sliding his jeans down, leaving him in a pair of black briefs. He gives you a soft tug, bringing you to his chest. “Let me hold you.”
He lays down first, arms open and inviting. You crawl in next to him. Nuzzling his face into your neck he began to pepper light kisses on your neck and shoulder. He moves up and presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. The kiss doesn’t last long, but your just as breathless.
“Thank you,” you whisper, lips brushing his as you spoke.
“Anytime you can’t sleep, call me,” he responds softly. “I’ll come hold you.”
You nod and lay your head on his chest. He begins playing with your hair, and soon you feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier by the second.
You end up falling asleep on his chest that night. Never tossing and turning, no waking up in the middle of the night.
As you fell asleep you told him you loved him. He wasn’t sure he heard you right, it came out so low. But you said it.
You don’t see Jeff’s reaction because you fall asleep quickly, having a real nights sleep for the first time in days.