this is NOT a love story

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stephen's p.o.v.

after finally arriving home, i rush out the car and run inside. i'm way too excited because i forgot that the front door wouldn't just be unlocked, so i ran right into the door and fell to the pavement. "ugh.." i groan with my hands to my forehead. i hear talking and can see someone who appears to be one of my dad's.

"stephen? are you okay mate?" it was my dad ant speaking, "come on, let's get you inside and cleaned up."

i slowly get up with the help of my dad, and we make our way inside and into the restroom. "what happened stephen?" again with that question. i could see the concern in his eyes and i didn't want to concern him even more, so i told him the truth about how dumb i was to think the front door would be unlocked.

"sorry dad, i got just a bit too excited and just assumed the door would be unlocked. guess i was wrong, eh?" i try to chuckle a little, but it just gave me a throbbing pain in the head.

i put one hand up to my head and groan at the pain. i look up to see my other dad, dec, standing in the door frame of the restroom. "hi dad." i say with a small smile and a groan following it.

"ant told me what happened. are you okay? why were you excited stephen?" he asked with both concern and curiosity. "actually, no, don't tell me. i want you to take an advil for your headache and to take a nap. then you can tell us about your job interview after you wake up. deal?"

i never understood how he could be so sympathetic and hard to make angry, unlike my other dad, ant. one wrong word or something and he goes mental, but he would never say or do anything abusive. just kind of yell.

"okay, deal. besides, i could really use that nap, my head is killing me." i go into the medicine cabinet, take an advil and head up to my bed.

ant's p.o.v.

i watched as stephen made his way upstairs, making sure he didn't fall, and ready to run over if he did.

i wanted to know the news that made stephen so excited that he ran into the front door, but what i wanted to know most was where he applied. i'm pretty sure, based on the fact that he said he was excited, that he got the job, but i want to know what the job is.

"ant? are you okay?" dec asked, "you've been staring at nothing for about 5 minutes. i've been trying to get your attention. what's on your mind mcpartlin?"

i took his hand in mine and gave him a kiss on his knuckles, then looked him in the eyes and spoke, "sorry love, i was just thinking about stephen's exciting news. i mean, he obviously got the job because he was excited, but i want to know what the job is."

"yeah, it's making me really curious too. i hope he gets better some time in a couple of hours, if not then tomorrow morning is fine too."

i looked down at my hands, "i feel like tomorrow morning might be better. let's just hope he doesn't have a concussion. he needs his rest, and we have the rest of the day to do nothing."

we look at one another and smirk, "you know what that means.." we said simultaneously. "pillow fort!!" we exclaimed loud enough to hear each other, but quiet enough to not disturb stephen.

we haven't been able to make a pillow fort in ages with just the two of us. so i'm a little glad that we get to make one now. we started by pushing the couches together and putting a soft blanket down over the cushions.

we then proceeded to add two chairs to the couches, putting the back legs of them behind the couch cushions and the front legs of the chairs outside of the couch. dec grabbed our camera tripod and set it up somewhere in the middle of the fort to hold up the blankets we were going to put up.

the final thing we had to put in our fort, was one of our laptops for us to watch netflix on. as i went upstairs to grab my computer, i checked on stephen on my way to my bedroom and on my way back out.

"ant? do you want any snacks or something to drink?" so cute, asking like he didn't know the answer was already yes. when i got back to the fort, there was popcorn in it along with some coca-cola, water, beer, chocolates and gummy candies.

"aww, this is perfect." i told dec as i put my arm around his shoulders and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "just perfect. now come one, are we just going to stand out here and admire it or actually go inside and watch some sherlock?

i crawled inside leaving room for dec to either cuddle up with me or to either by himself. once we were both inside, we started binge-watching sherlock and stayed there for hours.

*4 hours later*

i wake up and check the time on the computer. "ugh" i groan at the brightness of the screen, "it's 4 in the morning" i mumble to myself. i look down and see a sleeping dec curled up beside me, with his head on me chest.

i try my best not to wake him as i try to get out of the fort. once, i succeeded, i quietly and carefully disassembled the fort. folding the blankets, putting my computer on top of them. putting the chairs back at the dining table, taking the camera tripod and putting it back into it's place in the kitchen. i move the couch that dec isn't om quietly and go to put all the blankets away.

i come back to see a curled up declan, aww, i think to myself. he's so precious. i go to pick up dec, bridal style. just like our wedding, i think again. i continue to carry dec up the stairs, into our bedroom and place him gently on our bed, on the left side of course.

i get into bed next to dec and go straight to sleep, no attempt needed.

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holy heck! 1076 words, why the heck can i type so much? why does this inspiration and motivation come to me at 2 in the morning? the world may never know... haha, anyways, here is an update on this story. i really want some feedback: what do you guys think? you guys that actually read this, and like it. what do you think so far, what can i improve? please let me know. love you all, goodbye for now <3