Lawrence

Drops of rain, which had started an hour ago, tapped soothingly on the window. You and Lawrence were lying on the bed, you reading a book, enjoying the perfect atmosphere, and Lawrence was glued to his phone.

It was already dark outside, approaching night, and the patter of rain only lulled you even more. You were always a morning person by nature, and by 10 p.m. you were already asleep, but the problem was that Lawrence was a night owl, who could stay up half the night and sleep until lunch.

You wouldn't have minded, but you were worried about his health. After all, you had to get up early for university, and even if you got enough sleep, Lawrence would be like a zombie every morning and didn't want to do anything. You tried to reason with him, asking him to go to bed earlier, but he wouldn't have it.

Now feeling sleepy, you put the book on the nightstand and snuggled up to Lawrence, starting to quietly mumble about him putting away the phone and going to bed with you, but he didn’t listen to you, you tried to take the phone from him, but he only hugged you tighter, holding you with his legs and pressing your head to his chest with his hand

-Baby, go to sleep, I'll decide when I go to bed.