I woke up to the sun blurring out through the crack of the curtain. Conor has his arm on my chest while his head laid on my shoulder. I didn't want anything else, ever. He shuffled then stiffed, opening his eyes then falling back asleep. Such a beautiful site, his overly alluring eyelashes resting on his pale cheeks. I smiled, this boy was mine.

My life felt like it had been turned upside down. I couldn't stop smiling or blushing at this handsome boy. I was suddenly desperate for a coffee but I didn't want to move Conor. My hands moved him over a little and I got up in excitement for a coffee, plus I thought I'd take Conor someplace if he was up for it.

Last night was freezing and having Conor on my lap made me feel warm and cozy. The air was so chilly, sending goosebumps arising. I went to his kitchen, very lazily, putting the kettle on and taking a mug.

"Good morning." I turned around to Conor, messy hair, just...speechless.

"Morning..." I said, rubbing my neck with dirty thoughts flooding my mind. He looked at me and sniggered.

"Can you make me one?" Conor asked.

"Surely. Want any breakfast?" I asked, and he smiled then nodded. His nose ring was out, probably from the small session of sex.

I put some breakfast on and handed him the hot coffee that I had burnt myself on. Conor seemed in a better form today, so I was contented. Thinking about the bartender put me in a pissed off mood, I was so angry that he even tried to do that.

The black necklace hung from Conor's neck. "You still have it on." I smiled and his cheeks turned a deep shade of red.

"Of course." He was happy. I was happy. God this was all I needed in my life.

I told Conor that I was going to get a shower while he ate the food I given him. He simply nodded and I headed to the hot shower.

I looked in the mirror, the small scratch marks from Conor's nails last night, tracing them with my finger. The shower ran, hitting the floor like loud thunder crashes. I wondered and sat for so long, thinking of Conor, the future, future gigs. I just thought about the good things, nothing less of the bad things.

The shower was running warm, so I got in and started washing. My head thought about 'Emergency.' I smiled and just finished showering, when a small knock hit the door.

"Can I brush my teeth?" Conor asked and I giggled a little.

"Yes," I wrapped a towel around my waist and let Conor come in.

He stopped dead in his tracks and once again his cheeks flushed red. Conor looked at me up and down before turning to the sink.

"Don't be shy," I said, and he looked back before putting his head down. I wrapped my wet arms around his waist. "You're perfect, amazing and beautiful."

"Wouldn't go as far as that." Conor laughed shyly.

"Oh I would." I spun him round to look at me when the toothpaste off the toothbrush flew into the shower. Or cheeks inflated before releasing with a huge laugh.

"Go get changed!" Conor said, his hands on my chest and face red again. Did I have this much of an affect on him? Not that I was complaining.

I went out while Conor cleaned the splatted toothpaste, threw some boxers on, white shirt and black jeans. Wasn't sure where I wanted to take Conor but I had a fair enough idea.

Conor came out looking like he hadn't slept in a year, "go get a shower and I'll clean the kitchen." I said and he nodded back, rubbing his eyes.

My instinct was just to go in and join him but I couldn't be assed getting wet again and dressing again, so I decided not too.

I cleaned the kitchen and made myself another coffee, pulling out my phone to see where I could take Conor. It was a reasonable day, just cloudy with a small sunshine ray. I turned around and looked outside the huge window that reached from the ceiling to the floor. It showed London, absolutely amazingly. Conor's apartment was modern, beautiful and clean. I couldn't remember the state I left mine in.

I went to put my coffee in my mug when Conor leaned onto my back, dried and dressed.

"Hey." I said, turning around and laying a soft kiss on his forehead. He smiled.

"Hi." He shyly said, hugging me.

"I'm taking you out today." Conor's Pale face left with red blushed cheeks. He hugged me tighter, his musk filling my nose. The one I'd miss if I didn't have him, the one I'd love.

"Where!?" Conor shouted excitedly. I smiled and sniggered at his excitement and joy.

"You'll find out." I leaned down and kissed him, wiggling my eyebrows before turning away.