𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 [ 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 ] ❜

𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 ❗️

𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ ~ 𝑌/𝑁 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑎𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠

Inspired by: Forever Love ~ Gary Barlow

Decided to write this for a good friend of mine tonight - TTBarlowFans thank you for everything, you have no idea just how much I appreciate you with everything going on at the moment. Couldn't have got through this week without your support frankly, so I hope you love this xxx

Warning - Smut and daddy kink 😏

♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡

Another night tossing and turning in bed. More nightmares haunting my pleasant thoughts. I woke with a start, clenching my linen white bedsheets forcefully.

Involuntarily, I reached out to the space in bed beside me, fumbling for a pair of comforting and familiar hands. Instead I was met with emptiness. Of course, he wasn't here. He, as in my boyfriend, Gary Barlow. He usually knew how to calm me down after a nightmare, a frequent event these days.

Tonight I imagined, like every night recently, he'd be outside in the garden. Since Take That had become so successful, Gary didn't tend to sleep much, and spent a lot of time at night under the stars, writing new music.

With this in mind, I decided to go and join him outside. The night air was brisk but actually rather refreshing, cooling my sweat stained skin. I spotted Gary a little further down the garden, head buried in his treasured song writing notebook. He looked enthralled and I didn't want to interrupt him, so I sat next to him contently, burying my head into his shoulder for comfort. He looked up instantly, his face a picture of concern.

"Love, what are you doing out here?" He asked, pulling me onto his lap.

"I had a nightmare, and just wanted to be near you. Sorry for interrupting." I whispered back, picking at a piece of grass guiltily. Gary scoffed into my hair, pressing a chaste kiss into it.

"Don't be silly, you know I'm always here for you. Might be nice to have some company anyway." I nodded, snuggling into his chest happily. It vibrated with a deep chuckle.

"I thought the stars were your preferred company these days?"

"I do love the stars, and they're beautiful, but their beauty and my love for them has nothing on you my darling." My cheeks flushed a viscous shade of red, masked by the darkness of the night. Gary always knew exactly what to say, even after all the time we'd been together. School sweethearts. I'd been there since the very beginning of his career, the beginning of Take That, before anyone even knew who they were, when they were still on the gay club circuit. I never abandoned him and he never abandoned me, despite the fame, the money, the groupies. We were inseparable, and our love was forever.

"You bloody sweet talker, c'mere." I pressed our lips together in a short but passionate kiss, running my hands through his sandy blonde locks. When he pulled away, his expression had turned more serious.

"Y/N, you know I love you more than anything, right?" I nodded profusely, kissing the tip of his nose.

"Of course I do Gaz, why?"