SnowBaz Oneshots

What He Agreed To- Part 2

*Baz's POV*

"Simon I'm home!" I yell to him as I enter our flat.  After hanging up my coat and taking off my shoes, I walk into the kitchen. "Oh, uh, hey?" Simon says it like a question. As I look around the room, I notice that it is a complete disaster. "So, what are you up to?" I question with my signature smirk. He looks at me, then at the mess, back to me and just smiles sheepishly. "Well, umm, I was trying to, uh, make you dinner." He admits quietly. His head hangs and I see a bright blush creep up his neck. I can bet that there is one on his face too. "Why? Is it because of last night?" Please say no. Please say no. I am really glad we talked last night, I am. However, I was emotional unstable when I agreed to turn him. Everything I said was the truth. I do want to be with him forever, but I'm still afraid of all the things that could go wrong. "Well, kinda, but that wasn't the only reason. We haven't been on a proper date since you went to uni, not that there is anything wrong with that! I'm happy that you are going to uni, but the most we have gone out is twice. I-I wanted to be romantic." He admits. I go to give my adorable boyfriend a hug, but he puts his arms up, waving towards the mess. "And then this happened. I thought I picked an easy recipe, but it wasn't. It was bloody hard. I still wanted to do it for you 'cause I know you like fancy food, so I tried. I-I'm sorry. I will clean it up. We can just have sandwiches or something." He turns around and starts picking up the dirty dishes splayed across the island counter. "Simon," I say making him put the dishes down, "it's okay. I love that you tried to make a romantic dinner. It's cute. You are cute." This only makes him blush and look away from me. I step in front of him again so he has no choice in looking at me. "I'll clean up the mess and make a fancy dinner. Okay? Go clean yourself up, we are about to have a romantic dinner and I can't have to looking a mess for it." I say teasingly and kiss his forehead so he knows I don't mean it. "Okay." He rushes into our bedroom to change and I grab my wand to spell the mess away. "Clean Up, Clean Up, Clean Up!" All the dishes magically wash them selves and get put away onto the shelves. I know I said I would make a dinner, but that would take to long. I want it to be ready by the time Simon gets back from changing. "When The Moon Hits Your Eyes Like A Big Pizza Pie, That's Amore!" I say trying out the new spell I have been working on. Luckily the spell works and the table is covered in cloth, candles lit, and a large pizza in the center. Yes, I know, pizza isn't exactly a romantic food, but I work with what I have. And I also know Simon loves pizza. As I put my wand away, Simon walks in wearing a button up white shirt and the black skinny jeans I love. He looks amazing, and I tell him so, "You look quite handsome, Simon." I smirk and bring him in to kiss. He kisses back and says, "You are such a cheater." That was not exactly the response I was expecting after kissing him. He sees my confused look and laughs. "I know you used magic to clean up and make dinner." If I could blush, I would be right now with the way he looks at me and the way he looks in general. I will never get over how beautiful this boy is. But I'm not complaining. "Do you like it?" I ask. He nods his head so fast I'm afraid he will get whiplash. I chuckle at his response and pull out the chair for him to sit. "Such a gentlemen, Basil." He sits down and waits for me to take my seat before he takes my hand in his across the table. "So, other than being a hopeless romantic, what did you do today?" I question as I grab a slice of pizza. He laughs while he chews his piece he already grabbed and started eating. "I cleaned the bedroom and bathroom. And finished rewatching Dr.  Who. But that's about it. How 'bout you? Anything fun or exciting happen?"

"Well I got an A on my essay. Then I had lunch with Dev and Niall, they are in town for a few days. And lastly I came home to my amazing boyfriend in a bloody mess of a kitchen."

"And I'm supposedly the hopeless romantic?" He says laughing.

"Twit." Is my only comeback. He shakes his head and continues eating. So do I.