"What the hell is going on?" Fuck. Carl and I look at each other, a mixture of panic and guilt in his expression. "N-nothing! I was helping Y/N get in bed. She's not feeling good." Fiona tries to open the door, but Carl must've locked it sometime before everything.
"Why is this door locked? Carl, let me in." He quickly puts on his boxers and sweatpants, then he throws the covers over me. "Close your eyes and pretend to sleep," he whispers, then he goes to open the door. "What do you want? Y/N's trying to sleep."
I hear her walk up to me and put her hand against my forehead. "I came up here 'cause I heard a bunch of noise and yelling. What was all that about. And where the fuck is your shirt?" Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, we're so fucked.
"I was getting ready for bed too. She doesn't care if I'm shirtless or not." What happens if she finds out? Will I get shunned from this family or something? That sounds really fucking stupid but I'm genuinely worried. "Since when do you sleep together?" She asks him. We've done it before, years ago though.
"We don't. But I've gotta keep an eye on her, in case something happens in her sleep. She drank a lot." I hear Fiona hum in response. "Fi, can I go the fuck to sleep please? I gotta deal with this hungover dumbass in the morning too. Goodnight, love you, now leave." I mentally laugh at all his attempts to get her out.
"Alright, alright. I'm leaving. Everybody's gonna be leaving tomorrow so it'll just be you and Y/N, okay? Don't burn the house down. Goodnight." I hear the door open and close, then I open my eyes. He smiles at me and lays down next to me. "That was close," he says, laughing a little bit. I do too, and I snuggle into his chest as he wraps his arms around me.
"Carl?" I ask. He hums, starting to stroke his fingers lightly up and down my spine, which causes me to shiver a little bit. "What does this make us? 'Cause you said you want me... and, well, you know." I look up at him and he looks at the ceiling, and he bites his bottom lip as he thinks.
"I mean... I wanna be with you, Y/N/N. So bad. You have no fucking clue. But it's gonna be hard. With the law and people not wanting us to be together." I nod, the reality sinking in. I don't know why I even asked at this point. There's no way in hell it'd work. "We can try. I want to try. We'll wait a little bit and start slowly telling people. But Fiona's gotta be the last person we tell, okay?"
I sit up a bit and smile at him. "I like that." I lean down and kiss him, and he returns the kiss passionately. "I love you, Y/N. More than you know." Holy shit. I look at him with a shocked expression. How come... I wish I'd known he felt like this sooner. I give him a quick kiss on his lips and then his cheek.
"I love you too, Gallagher." I snuggle back into his arms and we fall asleep.
The next morning:
"Y/N! Wake the fuck up! I made breakfast!" Is what I wake up to. Somebody yelled from downstairs. I roll on my side and see no Carl, then I remember we're the only ones here this morning.
"Y/N!" I roll my eyes and chuckle. "I'm coming!" I don't even bother getting dressed fully, I just slip on my underwear and grab on of Carl's shirts. I walk downstairs to the smell of pancakes and bacon and a whole bunch of other shit. "Morning, beautiful," Carl says, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a quick kiss on my lips.
"Why the hell did you do all this?" I ask him, laughing because he never does this. He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know. Guess I just wanted to see that cute smile on your face." I blush and look away, walking over to the counter and looking at all the food he made.
"You like it?" He asks. I look at him and smile. "Yeah, I do. Thank you, Carl." He kisses the side of my head and goes to pull two plates from the cabinet out. We eat and play around, then we get up to clean up. But in the middle of doing dishes Carl decides to spray me with water. "What the fuck, Gallagher?!" He laughs evilly.
"Oops, my bad." I smirk as I cup my hands together and get water, then I throw it at him. "Y/N! What the hell." I mimic him and say, "Oops, my bad," in a bitch voice. He rolls his eyes and walks up to me. "You're gonna regret that, Y/L/N. Big time."
But before he can do anything else I run to the living room. "Fuck!" He runs after me, and catches me right before I run up the stairs. "Nice try," he says, laughing. He picks me up by the back of my thighs and I wrap my legs around his waist. "You're a bad girl, you know that?"
He sets me on the counter and just stares into my eyes, and I lean in to kiss him. He kisses back and smiles. He takes off his shirt and throws it into the living room, then goes back to kissing me, going down my jaw and to my neck. But just in that moment somebody walks in the back door.
"What the fuck," we hear as Carl quickly pulls away. Lip's standing there, groceries in one hand and coffee in the other. I hop off the counter and walk towards the washing machine and drier. "Well, what do we have here?" Carl and I look at each other for a second, and all I see is guilt.
I look back at lip and do something incredibly stupid. "He was just looking at a bite on my neck," my smartass self says. Lip laughs historically. "Yep. Carl's shirtless and looking at a bite while standing in between your legs with just your underwear on. That makes so much sense."
He sets his stuff on the dining room table and laughs again. "Look, I'm not Fiona. I'm not gonna tell you to stop what you're doing or tell on you, but I hope you know it's illegal. Carl, it's statutory rape. Whether she wants it or not." We nod, and Carl walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I love her," he says, looking me in my eyes. I smile up at him. "Yeah, I know. Just be careful, okay?" He nods and kisses my forehead. Lip takes his stuff and goes to the living room. Carl grabs my chin and makes me look at him. "I love you. A hella lot, okay? I'd die for you." I smile and kiss him. "I love you too, Carl Gallagher."
