Paul walks through the door, obviously exhausted from the long day at the studio making new songs and preforming old ones with the band. He drops all of his stuff and kicks off his shoes—Instantly, he drags his feet up the stairs to your shared bedroom, there you were asleep with the silky quilt shaping ur body, he immediately crashes into the soft mattress with a mild headache and a muffled groan into the sheets, he wraps on arm around you another tangling into his dark silky hair that clearly is token care of when Paul actually gives a fuck about washing his hair. He was a bit sweaty and obviously tired. due to the weight of his body hitting the bed you awoke

“ you okay baby?” You ask