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Aaron telling me he loved me was something I didn't expect to happen. I was shaken up from him meeting up with his ex and not telling me. She's the person that tore him apart as a person and is the reason he can't trust himself in relationships. She's the reason that he was scared to fall in love with me...

I didn't know what to really feel. I didn't want to tell him yet, but I loved him too. I don't think a guy had ever reeled me in that quick. I didn't even tell him that I loved him too. I just stared at him, blank with no thought in my head. But, even though he was a complete dick head to me when we first met, I think it was safe to say that I was in love with Aaron Judge.

As I laid in my bed, continuing to read my book into the late hours of the night, I hear some knocks on my door, snapping me out of my focus. I close my book, sitting up. "Come in.." I call out and in enters Aaron.

"Hi." I greet him, looking at him. He looked like he had troubles sleeping.

Aaron moves to sit next to me, getting under the covers with me. "So I was doing some thinking.."

I nod. "Okay..?"

He let out a sigh. "I know I should've told you that I was going to meet up with Laci. I really should've. It was a dick move of me to not tell you and I am really sorry for that," He shook his head. "When you first moved in, I let my asshole personality get the best of me, and it was wrong of me to do that, honestly. I was trying to make you another girl I would fuck and forget about. Which sounds really shitty of me to say thinking about it. But, when I saw how resilient you were and how you held your ground? Fuck, I knew you were going to be hard to get." He says with a laugh, shaking his head again.

"You're so unbelievable. I don't think I would want to be sitting here just talking about how incredible you are if it wasn't true. I want you and only you, Ells." He tells me, my lips curve into a small smile. "You've driven me crazy and I'm perfectly fine with it."

I look in the beautiful boy's eyes, just in awe with what he had just admitted to be. Before I can speak, Aaron speaks up again.

"You really are my girl.." He says quietly, smiling small at me.

My heart is racing at this point. I try to figure out what I wanted to say. But instead, I climb into his lap, wrapping my arms around him tightly. I hear Aaron hum contently and breathe deeply into my neck as I run one of my hands through his hair.

"I love you too, Aaron.." I say quietly.

From there, everything just got all intimate. I'm laid back by Aaron who hovers over me and places gentle kisses on my neck.

"I would love for this to continue, but we both have to be up early." I laugh, looking up at him. "But I would love for you to sleep in my bed with me. Could really use the cuddles.." I smile all cute at him, making it hard for him to say no.

Aaron smiled before kissing my lips. "I mean, I guess. My bed downstairs is comfier, but we're fine in here.." He laughed, kissing me again.

Now I know why I love him.

===

I got a couple hours of sleep, but it honestly felt like days. I wasn't tired, surprisingly, despite being up for another hour after I told Aaron we should've gone to bed, staying up talking about nonsense.

I sit in my cubicle and Hannah approaches me and smiles. "Soooo, how was your night?"

I smile at her, stopping what I was doing. "It was good! Finally finished my book, did some cleaning, and then just relaxed with Aaron."

She kept the smile on her face. "Yeah? How you two doing? Dating yet?"

I blush, trying not to make it obvious. "Ummmm.."

She gasped. "You totally are! Oh my gosh, Ell! That's awesome. I was waiting for you two to finally get together." She laughed. "I saw you two getting all flirty leaving for the road trip.."

I roll my eyes at her, shaking my head. "It's all him. He's the flirt." I laugh. "But, yeah, we're doing really good. I'm happy, and he's happy."

"Good! You deserve that and so does he. I'm always here if you wanna talk relationships." Hannah said. "Oh! Now you can come on double dates with me and Bentley! That'll be a lot of fun. I'm sure Aaron and Bentley would be great friends."

"Oh I'm sure." I smile at her. "Hey, I gotta finish up my reports from the game the other night. I still have yet to get everything finalized.."

===

When I got home, I looked around for Aaron, unable to find where he was. No music or anything was playing.

"Aaron? Babe?" I call out, going into the kitchen to see a bouquet of roses with a card next to it and I smiled seeing his sloppy handwriting.

Ells,

I know this is probably going to be sloppy, so I'm sorry.
Anyways, I hope you like the flowers. I saw them and immediately thought of you. I also may or may not have another surprise attached. You probably saw it by now. But :) Hope you enjoy that.

Love always,
A.

I noticed two slips of paper fell on the ground and I bent over, picking them up and read them.

"Harry Styles: Love on Tour. Madison Square Garden." I gasp to myself, reading these tickets. He really got us Harry Styles tickets. "Holy shit.."

"You like?" Aaron asked, walking into the kitchen and I smiled big at him.

"You are a little shit! What the hell?!" I ask, looking at the tickets. "These are for real, right?"

Aaron laughed. "Yeah, babe! I know you were talking to your sister about wanting to go to one of his 15 nights or whatever. I did a little looking, contacted a few people, got us some tickets."

I ran to him, jumping up and hugged him tightly. He held me up by my thighs. "You are fucking amazing.." I said before kissing him.

He pulled away from the kiss and smiled at me. "You gotta find one of those like Harry Styles outfits I see on TikTok or something." He laughed.

I laughed too. "You on TikTok? Harry Styles TikTok at that?" I smile, taking his hand as we walked upstairs.

"Sometimes. I won't do any of those stupid dances, though." He said, shaking his head.

"This is so amazing." I say, looking through my closet. I look over at him again. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"No need to thank me. Just wanna make my girl happy."

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