F*ck You (Leighade/Leeade)

18: Football & Fornication

A year later

Our anniversary is soon and I'm having trouble deciding on what to get my baby. For his birthday a few months ago, I got him a custom Watford official jersey with his name on it.

The smile on his face was one I kissed a million times.

Now, my Lee-Lee is only a bit bougie; designer cologne bougie. He has a few Ralph Lauren bottles and a Versace scent that literally drives me nuts.

No kidding, when I smell it on him, I know he has plans for me. Next thing I know, my knickers are around his neck and his head is between my legs.

Not now though.

We're sitting on his couch; technically, he was sitting on the floor and I sat on the couch behind him as he played Call of Duty. I look down at a recent tattoo I did on his forearm.

It's two black hearts intertwined with a realistic red heart over it.

Over the year, I've been giving him ink. His chest has more dimension now that it's football season and this is his last year. He can walk around with me on him as if I weighed absolutely nothing.

Something the idiot likes to do is use me for his bodybuilding. It's lowkey fun, though.

He has his first game soon as is actually just coming back from the gym. I rubbed him down (completely innocent, even though my mind was elsewhere) afterwards then made him something to eat.

We've practically been living with each other. Some days he'd stay over my flat, others I'm here in his flat. Perrie doesn't mind, saying she and Alexis can have it all to theirselves.

We've double dated, even hung out with the twins. Let me tell you, Jessica is fucking hilarious. I learned that we can't be trusted together when we're drunk; her brother and Lee had to carry us a few times.

Then again, he always carries me.

Something we'd do occasionally is sing together and we actually sound pretty good together. We would do this randomly; one of us would start singing then the other would join in.

I like it better when he would serenade me out of nowhere. Mostly The Weeknd songs, since that's our top favorite artist.

I wasn't really paying attention to his game, I was too busy scratching his scalp and listening to The Weeknd. He and Ariana just did a remix to Save Your Tears and it's amazing.

If we don't sing it at our wedding, I'ma be a right bridezilla.

I take out an AirPod and lift one of the headphones off his pierced ear. "Do you work tonight?" I ask him and he shakes his head.

"Thursday night. You comin'?" He asks, eyes glued to the screen. I hum in thought, putting the headphone behind his ear. "I might. What's the song for tonight?"

He briefly looks back at me then shakes his head. "What?" He chuckles, "Queen, you know I'm all about old school R&B."

"I know. We fuck to it plenty of times for me to know that," I sass. He dies on the game and voices his irritation for a moment.

"Yeah, but this one is one of the first ones, if you remember them?" He gets a challenging look on his face and I squint at him. "I was too busy gettin' me brains fucked out to pay attention," I shrug and he makes a face.

"Keep getting smart and you're not getting your surprise," he warns and I huff as he turns back around. "It's Honey Love by R. Kelly, by the way," he says as he starts a new game.