He looks at her, all curled up in the guest bedroom wearing his old faded plaid shirt and curly hair a tousled mess on the pillows. He can't help but smile at the sight. Even after being broken up eight months, he still couldn't help but fall in love with her all over again every time he sees her, ad everytime he goes out on a date or just hangs out with another girl he can't help but compare then to Caitlyn.
He smirks a little at how she had ended up in the guest bedroom of his New York penthouse apartment.
~FLASHBACK~
It was one of the worst snow storms New York had seen in the last 20 years, and her flight had been cancelled. He had been in Starbucks when he saw her and when he had almost spilt hot coffee all over her. They had gotten to talking and she had told him how her flight had been cancelled and how she had nowhere to stay. Without much consideration he had offered for her to stay with him an she had agreed almost instantly.
He remembered how she looked in the dimly lit hallway, with snow in her hair ( the white a stark contrast to her caramel colored locks), a thick grey scarf wrapped around her slender neck, her small hands stuffed into the pockets of her soft navy jacket in an effort to keep them warm, and dark skinny jeans paired with brown boots, and the way she smelled like coffee and the rain and expensive woods. The outfit was simple yet looked amazing on her small frame.
When he had managed to unlock the door, they walked across the thresh-hold, him carrying her suitcase. Once inside the living room he set her suitcase down. Then an awkward silence settled. She shrugged her coat off and set it down on the couch and suddenly blushed remembering that she wearing one of his old plaid shirts, hanging slightly askew off her shoulder, so that he could see he very prominent collar bone and the spot where he knew she was very ticklish, and the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. " I um ..." she blushes and whispers " it's uh it's comfy" He laughs slightly and smiles shyly "Yeah it's nothing big, I've actually always wondered where that shirt had gone to." Well what else is a guy to say, when he sees his ex-girlfriend of eight months wearing HIS shirt. "Well now you know." She giggles slightly.
Awkward silence again.
"Yeah, well um, you know where te guest room is, right ?" He asks " Huh, oh yeah." She replies back a little distracted. She starts off towards the guest bedroom but not before turning around and telling him " thank you for everything." " Don't work about it." Running his hand through his hair and shaking his head slightly while smiling he starts of down the hall towards his bedroom.
END OF FLASHBACK
Hearing her start to toss and turn he retreats from her room, closing the door quietly. Making his way to the living room to the black grand piano, he remembered sitting at it with her, writing song which eventually ended up in them kissing.
He sat at the stool, lifted the lid that covered the ivory keys, placing his hands on the keys, melody and lyrics entering his mind instantly.
He had work to do.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hey so is it good ? Its my first time writing a naitlyn fic and Im very nervous so please review and tell me what you thought.
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