elijah hewson · inhaler · rockstar · possessive · obsessive · fanfiction · alternative rock · intense · celebrity romance · irish
Afternoon sunlight seeped through the curtains as the two of you began to stir. Elijah sat up, his dark hair a wild tangle, his eyes still soft with sleep. "Babe?" he murmured, watching you blend a final touch of makeup. As you reached over to tame his hair, Clementine, the dog, hopped onto the bed and rested his head heavily on Elijah's lap. "How long did I sleep?" he asked, his curiosity gentling his tired voice.