You and Stephen were forced to share a hotel room for your school field trip. Luckily, this was the last night since you could go home tomorrow. But the both of you had to share a bed.

You two were just lying down during a storm. You both couldn’t sleep since the storm was too loud.

“God, I hate thunderstorms. They are so fucking loud.”

Stephen mutters to himself.

When the thunder struck again, he laid his head on you and he wrapped his arms around you all because he was scared.