I get out of bed and put my feet on the cold floor, I creep to the door and slowly open it, not making too much noise. The only thing I can see at this point is that the kitchen light is on. I walk towards the couch and Tristian is not there. So I spin on my heels to head back to the room. Until I hear this beautiful singing coming from the kitchen. It’s not too loud but its loud enough for me to hear. I walk slowly on my tippy toes to the kitchen, it’s a song by ‘ZAYN, called good years’. I peer around the corner and see Tristan’s Sitting on a stool singing. I am in awe, I’m gaping, He has a beautiful voice. I walk closer and he doesn’t realize, I start singing the last chorus with him. My voice feeling husky since I just woke, but he turns to me and seems to enjoy that we are singing tog
