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His Own Definition Of Love

Y/N was under the sheets on a late afternoon of December, her head buried under the cover.

 She could find some peace in there, it was finally quiet. Not that she had a headache or that she was sick, she just felt a bit sleepy and having a nap didn't sound that much of a bad idea right now.

But somehow her boyfriend thought it'd be a good thing to open the door of their bedroom at that very moment. He noticed that lights were turned off and Y/N was tucked in under the sheets. He knew she wasn't asleep though, because her head slowly turned when she heard his footsteps. Not enough that she could look at him, but as he walked to their bed she finally could catch a glance at him.

"Are you okay?" He whispered as he got on the bed with her.

"Just sleepy," she responded. Michael turned on his side and Y/N quickly wrapped her arms around his neck loosely, her head pressed against his soft t-shirt.

"Do you still want to go to the movies tonight?" He asked, his breath tickling the skin on her neck.

"I don't want to talk," she mumbled sleepily, tightening her grip on him. "I'm sorry."

Michael turned on his back, Y/N following his movement. Half of her body was laying on his, their legs tangled, they fit perfectly. Michael let his hands wander underneath her sweater, he had now his arms around her middle so she couldn't move.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk," he replied softly. He dropped a quick but tender kiss on the top of her head, "But I want to tell you something... Don't worry, I won't scream and I won't get too excited," he added, the sentence soon followed by a short girly giggle. Many seconds passed by before he could find the proper words to express himself, yet it still seemed messy.

"Mike," Y/N sighed.

"Yeah," he said quickly, "uh... Death has always been something I couldn't quite understand. Yes, it is the end of your physical life because your heart stops and shit," he mumbled as Y/N listened, fighting the tiredness for her favorite person. "Anyway, love had always seemed almost as confusing as death was to me." Michael paused again, he wasn't sure if he actually wanted to tell her that.

"I want to sleep," she whispered, helping him to go on somehow.

"All my life I wondered what love I wanted and what love I deserved. I wanted something similar to what my parents have, but with something more. I never knew what I wanted, what would make me truly happy."

Y/N suddenly felt more alert to what he was saying. Those conversations were her favorites, she loved to know what had been bothering her boyfriend. She loved to know his thoughts, even his silly ones, his bad theories (well, he thought they were actually great) and his fears. As much as she thought she knew him, he always managed to surprise her.

"Where are you going with that?" She asked with a shaky sigh due to her amusement.

"I never knew what type of person I wanted, I never knew what type of relationship would make me happy. I felt confused," he admitted, "a lot. But I tried to open my mind to a lot of possibilities so that I could get to know what I wanted. And as I was watching that boring movie a few minutes ago," he explained, a smile on her face, "I realized that, maybe you are my definition of love."

Y/N felt her heart beat faster and she thought about her answer as Mike's fingers traced shapes on her warm skin.

"This bedtime story would have been a lot better if you hadn't mentionned the boring movie," she said and a smile appeared on Michael's face. "It would have been a lot more romantic if the main character was watching a really interesting and a really good movie but he was so in love with Y/N that he couldn't pay attention to the movie; he was too in love with her."

He chuckled softly, "For someone who didn't want to talk..."

Y/N cuddled more into him, her eyes closed.

"I'm sorry, I love you, you're cute and I can't be that cute in return," she messily whispered.

"Sleep, love," he only replied, a smile still on his face because how could he take it away when he had his happiness in his arms.