i love her - scott mctominay

6

I woke up, to find y/n peacefully sleeping. When I researched her, before these shenanigans went on, she said her favourite breakfast was y/f/b. I decided that I would make them for her.

I left her a little note so she knew where I was when she wakes up.

I started making it while listening to the radio. Who knew that Roman Kemp could be so energetic at seven in the morning.

"Can I have a table for one 'sleepy'?" y/n asked, startling me.

"Is there room for another?" I asked.

"Yes, you can sit with me."

I shot her a smile, before resuming the breakfast.

"Need anything doing?"

"No, sleepy. Look after yourself," I responded, serving the food on two plates.

"Seems your nutrition plan has gone in the bin," y/n stated. "Don't think the Instagram account will be happy-"

"Shush! They don't need to know, shut it," I whispered. y/n just chuckled.

"I'm not telling them, don't worry,"

"Thank god, nearly gave me heart failure. Anyway, the Chef's special, y/f/b, is served!"

"Thank God. I don't think that I ate since breakfast yesterday,"

"Oh my god! Darling, that's over a day! Jesus, you must be starving." I set the plates down on the dinner table. y/n got stuck in immediately and ate it all within five minutes. I mustn't have been lying when I said that she must be starving.

"That was the best plate of y/f/b I've ever had. Thank you," She pecked my cheek. "Thank you for everything you've done for me. It's way too much." She rested her head on my shoulder.

"It's not too much, princess. Can I see your bruises? I took pictures of them last night as the lads wanted to see how they looked. Hope you don't mind,"

"I'm not bothered. I'm going to be living in this for a few weeks now, so they better get used to it," She joked. I examined her face, slightly wincing when I saw the imprints of y/b/f/n's nails on her left cheek.

"Jesus, why did they do this to you? I think the cheating was more than enough," I think I said that out loud, though I didn't mean to. Oh well. "How're your ribs? I took a picture of them yesterday; I didn't look," I reassured.

"It's fine, Scotty, don't worry." She took her jumper and raised the shirt so you could see it. It was sticking out now, looking like a thunder cloud.

"Sheesh, I'm going to have to be careful when I hug you now otherwise that's going to get worse," I said. "You hurting anywhere?"

"My rib does kill, to be fair. I can't fully open my right eye; the bump hurts, the scratches on my shoulder and cheek stings too."

"Bloody hell, love." I started to rub her rib with the pad of my thumb; I began planting kisses on her bump. I put my chin on her head; I started humming. y/n was smiling fully for the first time since, ever. I noticed how bright she looked; I grinned with her. I moved my head, so our eyes met each other.

"I love you!" y/n suddenly said.

I slightly moved back; my thumb stopped moving. I was trying to say something but nothing came out.

What just happened?