I sUck at posting I'm sorry
(Y/N) = your name
(Y/F/B) = your favourite band
(F/C) = favourite colour
(Y/N/N) = your nick name
(H/C) = hair colour
• 3rd POV •
Snow fell softly to the ground, not a sound to be heard but the slush splashing about from the rumbling cars passing by. The sky was covered by a blanket of clouds, the sun peeking through from behind and illuminating the afternoon, covering the rooftops in the local neighbourhood.
It was anything but a busy day, as (Y/N) hadn't done a thing this wintery Saturday except lay in bed, as she despised Valentine's Day; and everything about it for the various reasons.
• (Y/N)'s POV •
I flipped through twitter on my phone as I shifted my position against the pillow behind my back, (Y/F/B) playing quietly in the background.
It was a peaceful evening in the residence, consisting of Netflix, and social media.
I sighed, laying my phone down at my side, my arms raising above my head in a stretch, before I sat up straight and swung my legs over the side of my bed, pushing the sheets off my lap as I stood up.
Just as I was about to open my door, my phone's ringer went off, as a ding echoed off the (F/C) painted walls as the screen illuminated with a notification.
Ramen Noodles🍜
>yo (Y/N/N)
It was none other than Wyatt Oleff, I rolled by eyes to myself as a smiled faintly.
What do you want, loser?<
I took up my phone, unplugging it from it's charger cord and turned the brass door handle of my room, strolling down the hall as I revived another text.
>oh wow, that's original
what are you up to on this
lovely day?
I strode to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of ice water as I set it down on the counter after taking a sip of the cold liquid.
doing puns now, are we?<
>perhaps.
anyways, you already know what<
I've been doing
>fair enough, expecting any visitors?
I scoffed at his question, laying the now-empty glass in the sink, tucking a stray curl behind my ear.
again, you already know the answer<
He hadn't responded after that, and I wished he had. If I was being honest; Wyatt was the most annoying human being on the planet. He never seemed to leave me alone, he always screwed around with my feelings and frankly just confused me.
I hated those perfectly shaped curls that where messy at the same time, his simply beautiful hazel eyes that would shine in the sunlight and light up when he spoke about the things he loved. How his voice was the most gorgeous sound and how he smelled like home. I hated how he always knew how to comfort me, and how his charming smile made me feel warm and safe. I though He was properly beautiful (a/n wink wonk) Everything about him was horrid.
Though as much as I hated him,
I loved him too.
A familiar sound of the doorbell echoed about the hallways, as I felt a chill, immediately jogging to the bathroom as I gazed into my reflection. I was a royal mess.
I quickly brushed out my knotted curly (H/C) hair with my fingers, before swiftly straightening up my light grey hoodie, fixing up the ripples in my red plaid pajama pants.
I rushed to the front door, turning the silver lock's toggle and pulled the brass handle as I took a breath, the door swinging open.
Wyatt.
He was wearing blue jeans and a navy hoodie with a logo on it, a bright smile on his lips that made my heart flutter. His curls where being blown gently by the fresh breeze outside, snowflakes caught in the golden hair, as he stood there and gazed at me like I was the best person in the world.
I pulled myself out of my stupor, moving to the side to let the boy in without a word.
Wyatt was holding a bouquet of beautiful red roses, and in the other hand there was grasped a heart-shaped box filled with assorted chocolates.
My heart melted at the sight, eye brows furrowed and a light smile curled my lips as I gripped the sleeve of my sweater, the door slamming closed behind him.
"I don't know wether to give you a snarky comment about how cliché you are or cry." I mumbled, sniffling a little as I gazed up at my best friend.
Wyatt chuckled sweetly, my face heating up lightly. "I thought I'd stop by, I hope those are tears of joy." He kicked off his boots, taking a step toward me as he noticed my eyes well up.
I nodded gingerly, not trusting my voice to speak as I was sure I'd made a fool of myself with my stutter. Wyatt's expression softened, his voice laced with care.
"Hey," Wyatt cooed gently, setting the items down on the bench behind the door and cupped the side of my face, barely an inch away from me as he brushed his thumb across my pink cheek, wiping the tear.
"No one's ever done anything like this for me," I giggled, stifling a sob as I smiled up at him, gratitude and love in my voice.
"I'm not just anyone," Wyatt whispered with a smirk, "you're so gorgeous," he blushed slightly, gently taking my hand in his, twining our fingers together as my heart seemed to beat from my chest at the loving action.
The pad of his thumb rubbed my cheekbone as he leaned in slightly, as our lips barely brushed together before he whispered "Can I?"
I nodded for the second time that afternoon, as I pushed my lips against Wyatt's, the atmosphere immediately changing as my free hand wove itself into his soft, golden curls. Moving with each other in passion, I knew then I loved him. But what I admired most was the fact that he mirrored my feelings. We found our own rhythm as we moved against either in perfect sync, tilting my head slightly.
Everything felt right, as though I'd found my pissing piece.
I'd always denied any compliments I'd gotten my whole life, because I didn't think I deserved them.
But that was until I met Wyatt.
My heart swelled at the thought, when I'd realised
— Wyatt made me beautiful
