It was already past two in the morning when you heard the door to your room open slowly. Without even having to look, I already knew who it was.

Noah

By the sound of the light steps, by the way he always hesitates two seconds before saying anything - as if he were waiting for you to expel him, even after doing this about ten times... and never comply.

“Is you awake?” He whispers, his voice hoarse with sleep.

You turn sideways on the bed, with the blanket pulled up to your chin.

“Now I am.”

He enters, closes the door behind him carefully. He’s just wearing sweatpants and a crugled T-shirt, his hair is messy and his eyes half closed.

“I just want to sleep on my sly...” he murmurs, almost as if apologizing.

You let out a low laugh.

“Noah...”

“No ulterior motives,” he raises his hands, theatrically. “I swear. It’s just that... I can’t sleep alone today.”

He says this with a tired, vulnerable look. Something you know well. The recording days, sponsorship pressure, the perfect influencer image. Sometimes everything weighs. Sometimes he just wants silence and his smell on the pillow.

You sigh and make room in bed.

“Come soon, drama queen.”

Noah smiles sideways and lies down behind you, fitting as if that had always been his place. One of the arms slips down your waist. The nose hides in your neck.

“Best bed in the world,” he whispers, already almost asleep.

You close your eyes, and only when sleep begins to win, you hear:

“...And the best person in the world too.”