I sit at home in my stitch onesie on the couch, flicking through shows and waiting for Josh to come home from football practice. I always get worried when he goes because despite it being months ago now i still am terrified soneone is going to hurt him when he walks home. Also I am scared he will get hurt in football as they run about a lot and slam into each other and stuff. My phone pings and immediatley I pick it up - the only person that ever texts me is Josh.

I know this is not that important but I haven't had a panic attack for three months now :)

I read Josh's text excitedly, my fingers zooming over the keys to text back.

That is important!! WELL DONE JOSHIE I CAN'T BELIEVE IT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH XXXX

I text quickly, my heart beating happily.

Thanks x I can't wait to get home To see you, love you loads xxx

My phone goes off almost the same second and I bounce up and down excitedly at the thought of Josh coming back. I had been by myself for 2 hours now if you count walking back to the apartment by myself, and even though I see him at school it isn't the same as it being just us. Since we have lived together I think the longest we have been away is 3 hours and it was horrible. When im not with him I feel like part of me is gone, Like if you looked down on a sunny day and your shadow wasn't there. It feels wrong and lonely and my heart feels empty.

I don't want to be clingy, but I can't help texting asking how long it will be.

About ten minutes :) xxxx

He texts back quickly, and i fist pump the air and run to the bathroom to see if I look okay, tripping on the long legs of my onesie. I got it a few sizes too big as I like it like that and Josh likes it too, but it was problematic when I ran places too fast.

I scrunched my nose at my reflection in disgust, putting on some foundation and concealer and mascara and fluffing up my hair a bit so It didnt look so much like someone had murdered me in a washing machine and disposed of the body by putting it in a working dishwasher.

As I walked out of the bathroom Josh was in the living room, calling my name. I ran towards him, falling over in my huge onesie but luckily Josh caught me. 'How was it?' I ask after we kiss. He tickles my neck by nuzzling his nose into it. 'It was ok. I missed you though,' he said, kissing my neck slowly. I fling my arms around his neck, signing happily. 'I'm gonna go get changed into my totoro onesie ok babe?' He says, kissing me on the cheek and walking off into our room. 'Do you want me to heat up some Mac and cheese i made earlier?' I shout into the bedroom. 'Yeah please baby,' he yells, and I go into the kitchen to heat it up.

When I come back Josh is sat on the couch in his onesie, looking like a puppy and making me want to smoosh him. I don't know what that means, but it sounds right.

I plop down next to him and give him his bowl. 'Mm, thanks Tyler.' He grins, tucking in happily. I flick between Grey's anatomy, game of thrones and supernatural but eventually pick spn becuase we both love it. I snuggle down next to him, my arms wrapped around his torso. I realise we are half lying down, and snuggle into his squishy chest. Josh's arm is gently round my shoulder and our legs are in a tangled mess, but I couldn't be more comfortable.

And very quickly, as always, i fell asleep and wake up only to find Josh carrying me to bed. The bed was cold compared to the warm couch and I groaned in protest, but Josh was warm like a hot water bottle so I quickly fell asleep on his chest again, our limbs intwined in a warm tangled web of two bodies pressed against each other.

Can you imagine a hot water bottle bra like how fucking nice would that be I'm gonna create that one day I swear