He was on the next floor up at the end of the hall in room 231. You had a feeling he would help you and if he didn't you could always go to his little sister, she always helped you out. But as you ran up the stars you hoped that he would help you. You were gasping by the time you had reached his room. Your hand knocked on the door quickly, making it sound like you were urgent. You were just hoping you didn't wake anyone else up in the process.

You could hear slow footsteps from inside before the door creaked open. Two green orbs could be seen staring at you through the darkness. Upon seeing your face the door opened.

"_, what are you doing here?" Asked a slightly disgruntled voice.

The light from the hallway flooded inside the room revealing a slightly annoyed Tim. His usually spiked up gravity-defying hair was now let loose, framing his face perfectly, making his features seem softer than usual. He wore simple orange pyjamas. His famous scarf wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Um, I was wondering," you said breathing heavily. "Would you mind if I came in?"

Tim hesitated slightly before gesturing you inside. "If you must, come in."

"Thank you," you smiled as you walked inside the dark room. Tim followed closely behind and sat on the bed, leaving you to stand up.

"So what is it that you wanted?" Tim asked, his voice less annoyed than before.

"Um, well, I had a nightmare," you began and shifted your feet, looking to the ground. "A really bad one, mind you. And I was wondering if perhaps I could stay with you for the night. I mean, I would usually stay with my little sister and she's not here, so I thought that you'd make a good substitute."

"And what would I get out of it?" Tim asked. You looked back up and saw that he was slightly amused with the scene before him. His eyebrows were raised in interest.

"Um, well you get to spend the night with me," you answered. There was no changed in his mood. "And I'll take you and Laura out for breakfast tomorrow. Where ever you would like and it's my treat." There that should sweeten the deal a little bit.

Tim thought on that for a bit before nodding his head. "Okay that sounds like a fair deal. I can't get an extra bed up here at this time so you'll have to sleep in the same bed as me. I hope that's okay."

"Um, yeah it's okay," you nodded. "It's perfectly fine."

"We should be getting to bed," Tim noted. "I want to get home early and see the damage I've caused by not tending to my tulips." Tim sighed lying down in his bed. "I hope it's not too time consuming."

"I'm sure they'll be fine," you reassured as you walked to the other side of the bed. You hopped into the bed, making it slightly groan under the combine weight of the two of you. "If anything they'll just be a little windblown."

"Huh, I suppose you're right," Tim sighed.

You snuggled under the blanket, which was surprisingly warm. The storm outside ragged on, and the roof made light music as it was hit with harsh rain. You could feel your mind begin to wonder and your breathing slowing. You knew this was a sign that you'd soon be asleep nightmare free.

That's when you were rudely wakened. Two strong arms pulled you closer to Tim. You could feel the heat radiate off him. Your pillow changed from an actual pillow to Tim's chest. His heart was beating steady and his breathing was slow, as if he was already asleep. A small chuckle came from his lips.

"Goedenacht _," you heard Tim whisper.

"Night," you yawned as you felt yourself drift back into sleep.

The sun hit you like a slap to the face as you were wakened again. Tim stood in front of the curtains. The early morning sun poured into the room creating a natural light. You yawned and sat up, rubbing your eyes. What time was it? Seven? Eight?

"Oh good you're awake," Tim's voice carried across the room. He certainly was a morning person. "I really didn't want to wake you up. Apparently you aren't a morning person."

"Where, where did you hear that?" You asked yawning again before standing up to stretch.

"Laura told me last time you stayed over at her house," Tim answered as he looked through a large suitcase on the floor. "In fact you aren't a morning person even at eleven are you?"

"Haha, I guess not," you laughed weakly. "So what now breakfast?"

"No," Tim shook his head and turned to you. "First you need to get dressed and then you're taking me and Laura to breakfast."

"Oh right," you smiled and looked down. "I guess it isn't the brightest idea to go down in this."

Tim's phone buzzed. He quickly checked it before replying to the anonymous texter. "Before you go, we'd like to go to a breakfast dinner down the road. Laura's heard they sell good waffles."

"Well if they're not proper Belgium waffles they won't get past her," you commented. "Okay so I'll leave you now to get ready?" Tim nodded and returned to his suitcase. "How about we meet in the lobby by. . . What time was it again?"

"Eight-thirty," Tim answered over his shoulder.

"Okay we'll meet in the lobby by nine, earlier if possible," you smiled. "Oh thanks again Tim for letting me stay the night."

"Het is geen probleem, _," Tim mumbled.

"So I'll see you at nine," you said cheerfully, opening the door. "And make sure you bring your appetite! You can have anything and everything that you want!"

(He would wait until the other person is just about to go to sleep before pulling them to his chest)