Caught Up In You.

It didn't take long for Sophia to fall asleep and once she did so I crept out of my room and into the spare room across the hall. It's not that I didn't want to sleep with her. In fact, I had grown quite fond of doing so, it's just I didn't want her waking up with a hangover questioning if I took advantage of her or vis versa. So to spare that from happening I would sleep across the hall from her.

I sighed as I laid down, placing my hands behind my head. My head was too cluttered to sleep at the moment. I did feel some sort of relief knowing she was in my house then with Matty. I just felt comfort in knowing she was near me and that if I needed to check on her she was right here. I finally shut my eyes and forced everything away at least so I could fall into a restless sleep.

I woke up hours later to Sophia saying my name. I managed to mumble, but I couldn't bother to open my eyes.

"I'm pretty sure this is what dying feels like." She said softly and I couldn't help but laugh and squint at her to check.

"I borrowed a shirt fyi." She added and I nodded scooting over and ushering her to the bed.

"Borrow whateva." I mumbled once she was pressed against my side.

"Why did you sleep in here?"

"Didn't want yeh ta frow up on meh." I joked and she hit my stomach lightly causing me to chuckle.

She buried her face into my shirt and I turned on my side so I could wrap my arm around her.

"Want meh ta get yeh some medicine for yeh head?" I asked softly as I rubbed her back.

"Yeah." She mumbled and I kissed her head as I pulled away from her and climbed from the bed.

"Here sit up." I said entering the room with a water bottle and two pills.

"Thanks." She responded grabbing both.

I nodded and watched her as she took the medicine and sat the bottle on my dresser. I then climbed back into bed with her and pulled her back to me which she didn't seem to mind.

"I hate my life right now." She grumbled and I couldn't help but laugh, "Yeh will feel betta in a few minutes love. Give it time."

She sighed and I looked at her as she placed her hand on her forehead.

"Never drinking again." She mumbled and I brought my hand to her cheek, "Oh if I had a dolla for every time I said that I'd beh a billionaire."

"Oh I mean it."

"We'll see."

We laid there for almost fifteen minutes and I finally looked back at her, "Well?"

"Well, headaches gone, but I still feel crappy."

"Nuffin pancakes can't fix." I said grabbing her hand and she groaned as I pulled her up.

"Oh come on Soph." I chuckled and she sighed once off the bed.

"Well, drunk yeh is fun, hung ova yeh, not so much. Here I'll carry yeh." I said picking her up. Her legs went around my waist and she buried her face against my shoulder.

"Don't drop me."

I chuckled, "Neva love." I said holding her tighter to me. I had to focus on walking otherwise my head would have went straight to other things, like how she was pressed against me.

Once in the kitchen, I sat her on the counter and she dropped her arms from me. I gave her a grin before kissing her forehead, "Yeh lived."

"Probably not for long if you're cooking."

"Ha. I'm a masta chef."

"Scary..."

I rolled my eyes and hit her knee lightly, "Shush."

She giggled and I couldn't help but smile as I got everything I needed from the refrigerator.

"Fink yeh phones ringin' or that bloody horrible song is foreva in my head." I stated and she hopped from the counter.

"It's not a bad song."

"Yes it is! She juss sings tha same words ova and ova."

"Does not."

"Yes! 'I love yeh like a love song baby'. Ten times." I said and she laughed, "It's catchy."

"Whateva. Go."

She laughed as she sprinted out of the kitchen and I heard her say hello once the music ended. I couldn't help but smile as I began to cook. She was just so cute. Everything she did.

"Oh, you know, Oli is cooking for me." She said re-entering the kitchen and pulling herself up on the counter.

"I know, scared me too, but he's actually doing a good job." She said and I chuckled as I looked at her with a fake glare.

"This is Matty. He knows you can't cook so that look is unnecessary."

"Don't get smart wif meh." I said pointing the spoon at her causing pancake batter to splatter on her shirt. Her mouth fell open and I went into a fit of laughter.

"Matty, let me call you back. Oli is about to die." She said and once she sat the phone down I walked over to her quickly, "I'm sorrah."

"Mhm." She said snatching the spoon from me and I chuckled. That was before she wiped the spoon down my cheek. I glared at her and she smiled, "Now we are even."

"What?! No. I got a little on yeh, yeh juss basically poured tha bowl on meh."

"You're dramatic."

I wiped my hand down my cheek and quickly ran it down hers.

"Oli!"

"Oh no. Don't yeh start."

"Oh no?" She said pushing me back and hopping off the counter. I groaned and before I even knew what happened she threw a hand full of flour at me.

"Oh that's it." I said and she squealed as I tackled her to the ground and shook the flour from my shirt so it'd fall on her.

"Oli!" She yelled through her laughter and I chuckled as I sat on top of her.

"Say yeh sorrah."

"you started it!"

"It was an accident, love." I said brushing flour off her cheek.

She frowned and I tried to clean her up.

"Yeh cute." I said causing her to roll her eyes.

"Yeh are." I said softly as I brushed back her hair and kissed her forehead. She stared up at me with an innocent look and all I wanted to do was lean down and kiss her, but I forced myself to reframe from that.

"So, was Matty checkin' on yeh?" I asked just to break the silence.

"Yeah. He's pretty hungover himself."

"I assume." I responded with a chuckle as I got off of her and pulled her from the floor.

"Now, lets clean up and eat. I'm starvin'." I said and she nodded with a smile and I watched her grab some paper towels. Was it wrong that all I wanted to do was touch her, hold her, say sweet things to her that would make her smile? I just felt differently around her and I didn't understand it, but it had become all that mattered.

Once we were done cleaning we sat at the table to eat.

"You're right. I think pancakes cure hangovers."

I chuckled, "Told yeh. Does yeh tattoo still hurt?"

"Not so much."

I nodded as I looked back at my plate.

"Oli?"

I instantly looked up at her and she smiled, "I just want you to know you're freakin' awesome and I love you. For reals."

I couldn't help but laugh although my heart was beating out of my chest, "I love yeh too, Sophia."

More than you know.

She nodded and went back to eating. I just watched her as my mind swirled with thoughts.

"I gotta get back writin' for tha new record. We record in a few weeks and I don't have shit written. Well. Few songs, but no enough." I said just trying to start small talk.

"You write it all?"

I nodded as I sat my fork on my plate.

"Well, looks like you need to stop hanging out with me as much."

I rolled my eyes, "No. I just have to start writin' shit down whenever I have a thought."

"Which isn't often huh?" She joked.

"Ha, Ha." I said rolling my eyes as she laughed.

She helped me wash dishes and then we went back to my room.

"Yeh so messy." I said picking up her dress and her shoes from the floor.

She frowned at me and I chuckled, "Juss sayin'. Do yeh want meh ta take yeh home, love?" I asked sitting her things on the dresser.

She shrugged and fell back onto my bed.

"Or not." I added with a laugh.

"Let's sleep."

I chuckled and laid beside her, "Yeh tha only one tired."

"Write something."

I chuckled as I rubbed her back, "I juss migh'."

"Wait until I fall asleep."

"Ok." I whispered as my nose touched hers. She threw her arm over me and if she was any closer I would have been afraid to breathe.

I kissed her nose continuing to rub her back and she spoke softly, "I like sleeping with you." She said and I felt my heart race, "Why?"

"I dunno, I just feel safe with you." She said and at this point I have never wanted someone as much as I did now.

"Yeh always should, love."

"I do." She said her eyes meeting mine.

I sighed as my forehead hit hers and I decided I couldn't fight it anymore. I pressed my lips to hers and before I could pull away her arms went around my neck and she pulled herself closer to me.

I ran my hand under her shirt touching her soft skin as I grasped her side. Nothing else existed at the moment. Just her and me and this wonderful feeling I couldn't let go of.

I pulled her on top of me not able to stop from touching her or kissing her everywhere. She didn't seem to mind though. She kissed down my neck and a rough groan left my throat as my hands ran up her sides. This felt more amazing then I had predicted it would. Clearly we had sexual tension we were both unaware of. I flipped her over and pinned her to the bed were I began to kiss at any skin I could find. She reached to tug her shirt off and I willingly helped her throwing it to the floor. Nothing needed to be said or questioned. It felt right. It felt needed.

I kissed down her chest before pulling my own shirt off. I wanted to feel her against me, to kiss every inch of her, to taste her lips. Everything was driving me mad about her.

"I want you, Oli." She whispered and with that said there was no turning back.

Afterwards she laid against my chest asleep as I ran my fingers through her hair. I was in a blissful peace at this moment. Nothing could ruin the high I was in and there was no where I'd rather be then right here.

I don't know how long I laid there in thought, but eventually Sophia woke up which brought me back to earth.

"Hi." I whispered stroking her cheek as she looked at me.

"Hi." She mumbled snuggling up to my side. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her shoulder.

"What was that?" I asked wanting to find out where we stood.

"I'm not sure, but it was, amazing." She said causing chills to run up my back, "Yeah. That's an understatement."

I let my hand roam her bare back as I shut my eyes taking in the feeling of her skin. Something told me the outcome of what happened wasn't going to be what I wanted.

I guess sex with her was one step closer to what I really wanted. At least I forced myself in believing that instead of the fact that it would either be a one time thing or us becoming friends with benefits which would make me want to shoot myself.

It was a lose, lose situation.