The Good, The Bad and The Wanted...

Finally...

Rikki's P.O.V:

Waking up to the smell of last nights pizza, is a) a weird scenario and b) quite delicious actually. Last night, was, was, well it was amazing. I'm engaged, i have the bestest friends, the most amazing boyfr- I mean Fiance. I turned over slowly, to face Nathan, the love of my life. I don't know what i'd do without him. I mean he is the cement that keeps me together, cheesy I know. I watch him as he sleeps,admiring the way he sleeps, with his hands tangled around my waist and his leg drooped over mine. He really is perfect, isn't he. I peck his lips, to try and wake him up softly and sweetly. When he doesn't wake up I don't do anything else.  A wild thought appeared, I haven't met his parents, well I have skyped with them. Nathan was obviously with me, but i've never met them in real person.

Just as my thoughts had come to an end, Nathan stirred. He flipped over to face me, groggily rubbing his eyes. He shifted so he was sat up next to me, looking over at me and smiling "Morning Fiance" he smiled, showing his teeth " Morning Fiance" I said back smiling, just not as much as he was. "Whats the matter?" his smile turned to a frown.  "Nothings wrong, it's just , I realised while you were asleep, that I've never met your family, like in real life." I half smiled. " How about then, we take a road trip down to Gloucester and meet the new in laws? " Nathan suggested, my face lit up and I almost screamed, calming myself before smiling "Yes, yes, yes , yes , yes" I said my cheeks hurting from smiling too much. "Come on then lets get ready" Nathan said getting up and dodging the sleeping bodies on my floor. "We're going today?" I asked shocked. He just nodded and turned round to face the people on the floor. "  RISE AND SHINE MOTHERFUCKERS ITS A BRAND NEW DAY" he shouted at the top of his lungs "Did you just quote Dan Howell?" I chuckled. He just shrugged as the others started to wake up.

"Five more minutes" Demi mumbled into Toms chest, Tom was now fully awake due to Nathan stepping on his hand a couple of times. "Come on Demi time to get up" Tom whispered, about ten minutes later we, by we I mean Nathan, managed to get everyone out of my room. "Im going to get a shower and I will be out in ten" Nathan said pecking my lips then dissapearing into the bathroom and to his word he came out ten minutes later. I then dissapeared into the bathroom and came out half an hour later, with a dark blue towel wrapped around my chest.  "Hey" I chimed, as I walked into my room. "Hello" Nathan said looking up from his phone, then concentrating on his phone again. "What are you doing?" I asked, sitting down at my desk and grabbing my hair dryer. Nathan looked up "Just texting my mum, asking her to get the spare room ready" Nathan smiled. I smiled back at Nathan, turning the hair dryer on quickly and drying my hair. 

After drying my hair, I ran my hand through it quickly, holding up my towel with the other. I went and opened my wardrobe, my eyes scanning for the perfect outfit. "Hhmm, Nath?" I asked without turning my head "Yes love" "What should I wear?" I asked  searching through my wardrobe hecticly until I felt two arms wrap around my waist "Rikki, you could wear a rubbish bag for all they care, they don't give a flying monkey about what you wear." He kissed my cheek then went back to the bed. I sighed, knowing I would never win an argument about appearance and to avoid it at all costs.  I picked out some ripped jeans and a jumper, chucking on random underwear. I pulled my jeans on one leg at a time, wiggling into them. I then pulled the cream knitted jumper over my head. The jumper drowned me, it hung to my knees and the arms hung well past my hands. I turned on the balls of my feet to face Nathan " Are you getting ready then?" I smiled, putting my hands on my hips. 

"Yeah in a sec" he said not looking up from his phone. I frowned at him "Fine, what do i need to pack?" I asked him turning to look at the wardrobe again. "I don't know, just pack for like a week or something, we have a washing machine" I sighed at his attempt at being helpful.  My eyes made contact with the travel bag I had on top of the wardrobe. I squinted at it, as if I was mentally challenging it to a duel.  I walked up to the big mirror doors and slid them shut. My head tilted upwards and narrowed my eyes, then I reached up, going on to my tip toes and jumped. To Nathan I must of looked like a mad woman, jumping repeatedly to get a bag. But I was determined to get this bag down.