I was sat on the sofa, scrolling on my phone when I saw a photo of Conor, my boyfriend, on Pinterest. I clicked on it before bursting out laughing.
"HOLY FUCK!" I said through tears of laughter.
Conor walked out of our shared bedroom, looking confused. "What? What's up?" He asked.
"You had a Bieber haircut?!" I asked, laughing. His eyes widened and he froze for a moment. "Wha-?" I turned my phone towards him and he went red in the face.
"You're not- You were never supposed to see that!" He said, trying to take my phone from my hand so I couldn't see it anymore. I was just dying of laughter.
"Shit, (Y/N)!" He yelled as I moved my phone away from him while laughing. "D- Do you have anything else you haven't shown me...?" I asked him through tears.
He sighed, covering his face. "Fine... look up Nothing but Thieves - falling and To Fly You've Got To Fall." Conor muttered, his hands coming up to cover his face.
I played Falling, my eyes widening. "You sound American." I said with a small laugh. "Shut up... I know." Conor muttered, his head still in his hands so his voice was muffled.
I turned off the song, putting my phone down as I pulled him down onto the sofa. "Don't be embarrassed." I whispered to him. "It was like... 14 years ago, I'm not judging you." I said with a smile, cuddling up against him.
"I know, but I'm judging myself, my haircut and my singing style were so weird." He said, wrapping his arms around my waist. I sigh, pulling him into a soft kiss, he kisses back.
I pull away, smiling at him. "Yeah, well, if you didn't have that weird singing style, Nothing but Thieves probably wouldn't exist now."
He goes silent for a moment. "Yeah, true." He says with a small giggle before kissing my cheek.
