The Vamps Preference #6
Little Things- One Direction
You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea
And maybe that’s the reason that you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
Though it makes no sense to me
Every night you crawl into bed with a cup of tea. Whether it was hot or cold you always had one. It relaxed you and allowed you to fall asleep peacefully calming you down completely. When you can’t have it you feel restless all night. So when all you had left was caffeinated tea left you knew you had to risk it. Normally it’s decaffeinated but what harm would it do.
You sat up in bed scrolling through Instagram and sipping your tea as Connor lay in bed beside you watching television. This was your routine and had been ever since the two of you got married. You finished off your tea setting it on the table beside your bed and set your phone face down so the light wouldn’t wake you up.
“Okay Con, I’m going to bed,” you said leaning over and kissing his lips lightly.
“Night babe,” he said as you pulled the sheets to your chin as you laid on your side facing away from Connor.
As you drifted to sleep Connor heard a murmur coming from your side of the bed. He figured it was nothing and ignored it at first, but it got louder and clearer so he turned off the television and just listened. He watched the back of your head and listened to every word you said.
“It’s a girl,” you said excitedly in your dream, “I can’t believe we are going to be parents!”
When those words hit Connor’s ears he was stunned. He didn’t know if it was just the tea talking or if they were true. If he was going to be a father then he couldn’t be happier, but he needed to wait for you to tell him. This was a big deal and you didn’t want to ruin it, or make it awkward if you weren’t actually pregnant.
After watching your side rise and fall for a few more minutes he gently wrapped his arm around your waist to which you responded by cuddling into him. He drifted off to sleep thinking about how awesome it would be to have little people running around the house.
When you woke up in the morning Connor’s arm was still draped over your waist. You slipped out of his grasp and went to cook breakfast. As you were just finishing closing the oven Connor walked in rubbing his eyes.
“Good morning,” you said while you walked over to him wrapping your hands around his waist.
His did the same to yours and as he placed a kiss on your forehead he said, “Good morning.”
“I’m making eggs do you want some,” you asked him.
“Extra cheese,” you asked already knowing the answer.
“You know me so well,” he said placing a kiss on your lips.
As you two finished up your eggs the timer went off on the oven, “Oh can you get that?”
“Sure,” he said walking over to the oven opening it and pulling out the bread you had put in there.
“What’s this,” he asked really confused.
“It’s a bun in the oven…” you said trying to get him to pick up what you were putting down.
“A bun in the oven,” he said again, but then realization washed over his face and he said excited, “A bun in the oven! I’m gonna be a dad!”
He ran over to you picking you up and placing a hard kiss on your lips.
“Thank you,” he said after he put you down.
“Making me the happiest guy on the planet,” he said kissing you again.
Your hand fits in mine
Like it’s made just for me
But bear this in mind
It was meant to be
You had always been self-conscious of your hands because they were, well enormous. Everyone always said you had man hands and you couldn’t deny it. They weren't necessarily abnormally large for your stature but it was always awkward when you held guys hands that either had smaller hands or the same size because they just never fit right. Then you met Tristan, and his hands are huge, compared to yours at least. You loved it, you never wanted to let his hand go because it just felt so comfortable. So one day when the two of you were just walking around town you blurted this out.
“I like this,” you said casually.
“What,” Tristan said confused.
“This,” you said as you gestured towards your hands.
“Oh,” he said chuckling, “Why? We are just holding hands.”
“It’s never worked so perfectly before though. Our hands just fit so well together.”
“Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work,” he said chuckling not entirely getting why you liked the fact that your hands fit together so much.
“Yes, but with me it normally doesn’t. It’s always just a little awkward because my hands are huge so they are normally the same size as the guy’s hand I’m holding. And since your hands are bigger than mine, it finally feels right,” you explained.
“You’re hands aren’t huge, they are perfect,” he said kissing the back of your hand.
“Thanks,” you said blushing.
The two of you continued walking when you blurted out (again), “I think it’s a sign.”
“What’s a sign?”
“That our hands fit so perfectly together.”
“Alright, what’s it a sign for?”
“That we were meant to be together.”
“Of course. But we don’t need our hands to tell us that. I knew that all along.”
“Really,” you said looking up at him.
“Yeah, you are perfect for me. Everything about you is amazing and I wouldn’t want to change a thing.”
“I feel the same about you. I’ve never felt so comfortable with someone before, or safe.”
As you two talked about the future you continued to walk through the town with your fingers interlocked. This just being one of the many things about the two of you that fit so perfectly together.
You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you
And you’ll never treat yourself right, darling, but I want you to.
If I let you know I’m here for you
Maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you
Brad loved you, that was obvious. Any chance he had to show you that he loved you he would. Whether it was just a comforting smile or making you breakfast, he found any way possible to show you how much he cared for you. Since you and Brad started dating there has been a lot more pressure on you. It might have just been you creating the pressure but you felt it and it was breaking you apart. You had this idea of what the perfect girlfriend was and you tried to be that, even though Brad didn’t care about that at all. It eventually got to the point where Brad had to stop you and tell you that no matter how hard you tried to be “perfect” he would love you no matter what.
This all happened when you and him were sitting in his living room as you scrolled through twitter. You had been swiping through your timeline when you came across a few rude comments towards you. There was no arguing that you didn’t have the perfect body or perfect skin, but up until that point you didn’t really care, you were happy in it and nothing else mattered. But once you saw those tweets about your skin and weight you thought that it might not be good enough for Brad, so you put down the popcorn in your lap and ran your hands over your face. Brad noticed you setting the popcorn down and now watched your fingers trail across your face.
“What’s the matter babe,” was all he asked.
“Do you think I’m pretty,” you said back not answering the question.
“Of course, you are the prettiest girl there could ever be.”
“That’s not true. There are plenty of girls prettier than me. Ones that are skinnier and ones that have way better skin.”
“So, none of that matters to me. Does it matter to you?”
“Well, I don’t know, it would be nice to be a little thinner and not get acne…” you said trailing off.
“Yeah, we all wish that, but that’s not reality. There is nothing we can do about our skin, and weight doesn’t matter. You aren’t overweight so why does it matter.”
“I know I can’t control my skin and I know I’m not over weight, but I could still try harder to keep my skin clear and I could deal with losing a few pounds.”
“But I don’t want you to. You are perfect the way you are. I love when you get a red bump and you just stare at it in frustration in the mirror right before bed. I also love how much you weigh; it’s the perfect amount. You fit perfectly in my arms, if you were any smaller it just wouldn’t be the same.”
“I don’t know, I guess I just wish I was better for you.”
“There is no way you can be better. You are perfect and I love everything about you. Nothing is going to keep me from loving you or make me love you any less. No matter what people say you will always be perfect to me. I want you to know that I love you, and will always love you.”
You looked at him as he said these things to you. This is what you have always wanted. You wanted someone to accept you for who you are and love you for it, and you’ve found him. Brad loves you no matter what and you love him. There was nothing that was going to get in the way of you two loving each other. No matter how much you hated your body or your skin Brad would love it and tell you any opportunity he got.
You’ve never loved
Your stomach or your thighs,
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I’ll love them endlessly
It’s no secret that you wish you had a different body. You tried every way possible to slim down and tone up, but nothing really seemed to work. You would shed a pound here and there but never really see any outcome, which just frustrated you more and more. The thing you hated most about your body was your midsection and thighs. To you they were huge and you wish you could just cut them off and be done with it. It killed James to see you so frustrated with your body, because he could care less if you had a little stomach or that your thighs touched as long as you made an effort to stay healthy. To him it didn’t really matter if you had a six-pack as long as you were comfortable and healthy.
So when you got up to go to the gym he asked if he could tag along. You didn’t think it would hurt to have him help you reach your goal since he was the biggest fitness guy you knew. The two of you made your way to the gym and once you got there you went to your stations, James being the weights and yours being the treadmill. After about 45 minutes James came over to you and started jogging on the treadmill next to you. The two of you finished your workouts and then went back home to shower and get ready for the day.
When you got back to your apartment James showered first while you ate a protein bar and laid out your clothes. Once he was done you got in the shower. After you finished you stayed in the bathroom and looked at your body. Poking your stomach and your thighs and sighing in defeat. You just stood there looking at yourself in the mirror wishing that you didn’t look this way. A tear rolled down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away and wrapped your body in a towel walking out of the bathroom to put on your clothes. James was sitting on the bed pulling his shirt on when he noticed that your eyes were puffy.
“What’s wrong babe?”
“Oh nothing, just got something in my eye,” you replied trying to stop the conversation before it started.
“I don’t think so. What’s really wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. If you were really fine you wouldn’t be trying to hide the fact that something is bothering you.”
“Fine,” you said sternly turning to face him, “I hate my body. I hate that no matter how hard I try I can’t lose weight, and no matter how many hip flexors I do my thighs still touch.”
Tears began to fall as you said this. You tried to wipe them away before James could see them but it was no luck. He stood and walked over to you wiping the next one that fell with his thumb.
“Don’t. Don’t hate your body. I love your body. Your curves are what make you so perfect. I don’t care that your thighs touch or that you aren’t a size 4. All I care about is that you are happy and confident in your skin. I try my hardest to make you feel that way. You mean everything to me and I love that you aren’t perfect.”
You couldn’t look him in the eyes as he said this. But as he finished he grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger and lifted your eyes to his.
“Listen. I love you. Everything about you.”
With these words he brought your lips to his kissing you sweetly. You realized that James really didn’t care about that stuff. He loved you no matter what you looked like. From then on you decided to just make an effort to be happy and healthy and not be concerned with how much you weigh. Your eyes met his and you smiled.
“Thank you,” was all you said before crashing your lips to his again.