A/N I HAVE LINKED ' I bet you look good on the dance floor' BECAUSE IT'S MY FAVE ARCTIC MONKEYS SONG AND EVERYBODY NEEDS TO BE BLESSED WITH IT OKAY COOL
"I'm really bored," Troye suddenly and unexpectedly said while scrolling though his phone. "We should do something but I don't know what."
"Well I have an idea," You could see his cerulean blue eyes sparkling. Damn you loved him so much. "There's this video I saw of this person making a fort of blankets and fairy lights, we should do that." You say trying to play it chill.
"I don't know, that's a lot of effort." He instantly replied.
"I've never made one before, like ever." You confessed, feeling a bit bad.
"Wait what? Really? How comes?" He asked, eye glued to you. Trying his best not to petty you too much.
" My parents were too busy working or being tired to help me (A/N DAMN THIS IS ACTUALLY ME WHY AM I BRINGING MY CHILDHOOD INTO THIS) and I didn't know how to do it by myself." You confessed while feeling like a fool, you were the only person to never make a fort, that took everybody by surprise. "I haven't actually made a snowman since I was six too, but it's a bit too hot for that." You said, semi-joking.
"Grab the blankets." He said without hesitating.
30 minutes later, you and Troye were admiring the fort's celling. The twinkling of the pink, blue, green and red fairy lights comforted you in every way. You two were holding hands, looking up to the lights. Admiring them. There was no doubt that you two were so proud of each over and how the fort turned out.
"I don't want to go." He said unexpectedly.
"Then don't." You replied after a couple of seconds. "Stay."
"Are you asking me to spend the night?" He says while turning his head towards you.
You don't answer at first, instead you bring your face closer to his and kiss him.
"Take that as a yes."
