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“No, don’t get up.” Matty begs as you try and get yourself out of bed.
It’s truly difficult not to chuckle at his plea, “Please stay in bed a bit longer.” because the both of you have been cuddled together for hours.
Watching endless shit British TV with him feels like home after being on tour in America for so long. When he asked you to come with him, you felt like you were intruding but with his endless insisting you finally gave in.
Being on the road with him was really fun, and you’re such good friends with the other boys at this point they kept you giggling just as much as Matty does. But there is something entirely different about your dynamic when you’re alone together in your own home.
If time does go by where neither of you see each other, you’re certainly one of those couples who are always on the phone, never leaving the other alone. Whether it’s texting or FaceTiming, you’ve rarely been out of contact with each other since you first got together.
Both of you are well aware how insufferably cute you can be when you are together. Neither of you care about your displays of affection for one another because how in love you are and always have been pretty much since day one.
It’s been so nice being back home, and the way you’ve both barely left each other's side is a tell-tale of your relationship. After being together for so long, the way you now just coexist with each other really makes the both of you inseparable.
Which is how you’ve got into the predicament you’re currently in. With no plans for the day, you’ve just lazed about together, and you’re both too clingy for your own good. But you need something to eat.
“Matty, we need food.” You try to turn towards him from the spooning position you’ve been in for the last hour or so and when you point out, “And if we don’t start now, we’ll never get round to it.”
“Do we really need to make tea?” Matty pouts, keeping you a little tighter in his arms.
Feeling that makes you smile, but you have to whine, “We have to eat Matty.”
Neither of you have moved out of bed for a good few hours, and you’re getting hungry, and you know Matty must be too. He’s never not munching on sweets or a bag of crisps, you know him too well by now, he’ll get his weirdly energetic type of hangry if you wait much longer.
“Can’t we just order something?” He mumbles against your head as he kisses the back of it a few times.
“We did that last night,” You remind him, “We can’t do it again.”
Mumbling again, Matty questions, “Who says?”
“Me.” You giggle a little, and this time when you attempt to get up you actually succeed.
Matty lets out a loud sigh of disapproval and you can’t help but chuckle as you look down at him.
“Come on, come help me?” You offer him your hand, and of course, your boyfriend takes it.
Never could he say no to you. Not when you asked him out, and not once since.
Both of you end up cooking together, and it’s always fun. Both of you knowing what the other one wants or needs is like a little super power you share, and the smiles you send each other as you do your jobs is just as heart-warming.
Music is on low in the background and every little thing just seems perfect. You’re both still a little tired so there isn't that much talking, but neither of you need to.
You share the odd kiss now and again when you both want one and at one point you go to reach for something that's near him and Matty takes that as an invitation to make you dance with him. And you’re really not one to complain as you playfully slow dancing in the kitchen to the song that’s on as the food simmers on the hob, and the sweet kisses you receive in return makes getting up and out of bed worth it.
Before long, you have other little things that the both of you need to finish doing for your final meal of the day, so you get back to it. You have a little giggle when you offer for Matty to try some of the sauce you’ve made and he almost spills what you offer him down himself as he’s taking the spoon off you, and your boyfriend can’t get enough of your laugh.
When everything is almost done, you want to make things a little special so as Matty is busy by the hob, you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.
“Are you okay to finish up and I’ll set the table?” You ask your boyfriend before you kiss the back of his head.
You don’t care that his curls tickle your face, you just love the way kissing him makes you feel. Even if it is just a sweet and innocent one to the back of his head.
Matty nods, “Yeah, course.”
You quietly say, “Thank you.” before you kiss the back of his neck this time before you wonder off.
“It’s okay.” Your boyfriend can’t help but smile, loving the random kisses you place on him.
And his smile stays on his lips as he finishes cooking and starts dishing everything up. He loves the way he can hear you humming along to what he knows is the tune of your new favourite song that’s been stuck in your head for days now.
He loves how when you got out of bed and immediately put his jumper on and how perfect you look in it. And how adorable you look in his clothes as you make food together and slow dance.
And even though you moved in so long ago now, he is so happy he gets to share a home with you. All of these feelings make Matty’s chest feel tight and his heart melt all at the same time.
Matty plates up your food how he knows you like first, and after he does his own, he starts to walk them through. He gently shouts a little warning so when he’s accidently turning the corner to get to the table you don’t run into each other, but when he walks around, he stops in his tracks seeing you and what you’ve done.
He can’t get the shocked smile off his face when he asks, “What's all this?”
You’ve set the table all pretty for the two of you. Candles and flowers in the centre of it, the scented candles that you love littered on the ground around it, and you’ve really gone all out to make this meal special.
Matty puts the plates down after slowly moving closer to the table, almost like he’s scared to disturb the perfection you’ve created. But once they are down, he looks at you with the softest eyes and steps closer to you, waiting for your response.
“I'm really proud of you.” You smile, slowly stepping towards him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders and you love the way his arms automatically wrap around your waist, hugging you towards him.
And you’re truthful in what you said about him. You are beyond proud of him.
He won another prestigious music award last week and you couldn’t be prouder. He works so hard and his songs are so beautiful, and you love him so much that your heart constantly aches for him. Even when he’s right here in front of you looking all emotional that you’ve set the table up with a few flowers and candles.
He shakes his head a little almost as if he wasn’t going to accept your words. But you raise your eyebrows and softly say again, “I’m so so proud of you.”
Your boyfriend smiles but sighs a little and you know he’s trying to think of a way to tell you that you didn’t have to go to any lengths for him. And you know you don’t, but you really wanted to. And you know deep down he loves the praise, even if he is trying to shake it off now.
“Can you take the compliment please?” You ask him with a grin finding its way to your lips. “You deserve everything that you’ve been given, and I’m so proud of you… Always have been.”
“Thank you.” Matty accepts his fate, and he’s silent for a few seconds as he memorises your features again even though he’s done it thousands of times over at this point.
He can’t help but whisper in a little disbelief to himself, “How did I get so lucky?”
“You make really good music.” You grin.
And despite Matty laughing for a second at that, he shakes his head and corrects, “You know I meant with you.”
All you can do is smile and think about how lucky the both of you are. To have been together for all these years is something you’re so thankful for and the way you feel when you're in his arms is something you wish you could bottle up and keep close.
Everything feels better when you’re with each other. And Matty really doesn’t know how he’s lucky enough to call you his, but every day he’s grateful for the blessing. And today is no different.
“I love you so much, you know?” Matty whispers like it's a secret he can never keep because he tells you at least twenty times a day.
And he loves that your smile is anyways as big every time he tells you. He will never tire of hearing, “I love you more.”
Your boyfriend just grins and shakes his head, saying, “Not possible.” before he kisses you sweetly once more.
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