Loving him is Danger itself (Lawlorff Fanfic).

Chapter 7

Sam's POV
I woke up in Kians arms the next morning going over yesterday's events in my head until I saw something in the corner of my eye. I looked at Kians mirror and saw "You can't rid of me that easily fags. I will get Kian. Even if I have to kidnap. This is a sign to show that I have access to your home. See ya later bitches!" Written in red lipstick.
"The hell!" I scream.
"What!" Kian yells frantically.
"Look at the mirror, babe! We need to move now!" I look at Kian, and he's already getting up, frantically moving around. "What are you doing babe?"
"Packing. Then we are telling the other boys to move but away from us. Not to far though. We will explain why as we pack. We can't afford Troye knowing we are moving so we have to go by car. We will borrow my dads truck and have him help with the larger stuff, but this mirror. If any one asks we are getting new furniture, and my dad is taking the old ones. We will follow each other and be super careful in public not making anything look suspicious." Kian mumbled as he was packing his room quickly, with his necessities. By now all the guys were in the room and knew what was going on. The all left, and started to pack knowing that there is no arguing with Kian, in his current state.
"KiKi, calm down. We willow but don't stress," I tried to continue, but he interrupted.
"Calm down not be stressed my ass, Sam. I just woke up to the love of my life, screaming bloody murder because a guy that made me realize why I was feeling the way I did about you, can't get a fucking hint that I love you not him and will never love him! And yes Sammy before you say anything you are the love of my life and I know this isn't the greatest time or hell maybe even to early, but I love to the end of the galaxy and back. Will you honor me with spending the rest of your life with me?" By now he was kneeled down, and I was crying. This was so unexpected but I can't turn him down. I mean I've loved him for almost three years! I manage to sniffle out a weak but powerful "Hell yeah I'll marry you!" Then I'm engulfed in a hug that soon grows to be a group hug of congratulations until, we hear a "Fuck no, you don't to marry my Kian, fag!"
We all knew who it was but we didn't want to believe it. We just got engaged and now we have to deal with this dick head.