1 year, one beautiful year with my adorable boyfriend Conor Maynard .
He'd flown home last night just to be with me when I woke up, but as I rolled over, I realised he wasn't there. I frowned and shoved my feet into my slippers running down the stairs. There was no usual smell of breakfast, no usual humming coming from the kitchen. No Conor.
I sighed and flicked the TV on, not even bothering to call Conor, he's probably just gone to the shop I thought to myself.
A few minutes later, I was getting dressed in my bedroom, thinking about where Conor could have possibly gone. I didn't even notice the bedroom door open and Conor walk in, someone put their hands over my eyes.
'Guess who.' A deep accent rang through my ear.
I grinned.
'Conor.' I mumbled. He turned me around and hugged me before picking me up and taking me downstairs and into the kitchen where I was before.
'Happy one year anniversary (Y/N).' He grinned before kissing my nose and handing me a huge bunch of red roses. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the living room where candles covered the floor and the lights had been dimmed.
'I want to spend the entire day with nobody but you.' He grinned before we shared a passionate kiss. I'd never been happier.
'I love you (Y/N)' he mumbled.
'I love you too Conor.' I kissed his chin.
