Drunk Nights and Late Decisions (snowbaz)✔️

Chapter 10

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3 years later

I set the heavy cardboard box down on the floor of the room that's soon to be our kitchen, and turn to Simon to see him grinning at me from the doorway. "Isn't it crazy?" He asks, his eyes darting around the empty space.

"What?" I ask, pulling a scrunchy off my wrist to tie my hair up.

"This!" He motions around us. "This is ours, we own this!" The smile on his face is blinding. I walk back over past him to grab another box, but he stops me. He pulls me by the shoulders down onto the floor, and positions me across from him in the doorway. I laugh as Simon leans forward and presses a kiss to my lips, I wrap my arms around him and pull him against my chest. I savour the way his warm chapped lips burn into me.

"Who would've thought that we'd ever be here?" I laugh, Simon absentmindedly curls my hair around his finger as he leans against me.

"This is the first time I've ever actually had a place to call my own, it's crazy." He mumbles. "I don't think I've ever spent the night in room with just a single bed in it. Well, except for when I've slept over at your house, but you know..." He bites his lip distractedly. "In all the homes I slept in, there were probably about six boys I'd have to room with each time, and most of them were honestly so gross..." Simon recalls, I can tell he's deep in though by the way he trails off at the end of his sentence. I smile down at him.

"Look how far you've come, Simon. So much has changed, and you have so much to show for it. You've graduated with a diploma, we own a house, and you have so many awesome friends. We're doing okay." I smile resting my chin on his shoulder.

"I also have a pretty cool boyfriend." Simon tells me, closing his eyes as he rests his head back. I smirk basking in the praise, eliciting a muffled laugh from Simon. "You've done pretty good too, good grades, good friends, good house, amazing boyfriend." He emphasizes the word amazing, and I just roll my eyes.

I start to get up, but Simon stops me. "No, let's stay here a little longer, it's so nice." He asks, his fingers tangled in my shirt sleeve.

"It'll be even nicer, when we're done and can sit on a couch in front of the tv." I respond, shaking his hand off me.

"Fine." Simon groans, grabbing my arm to help himself up.

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Later that night, Simon's head rests on my chest while re-runs of Seinfeld play on the screen. I pull out my phone to see three missed calls from Fiona, I smile and press the call back button. She inquires about our move, insisting she would've dropped by to help if it wasn't for an interview she had today. I lose track of time and before I know it Simon's breathing has evened out into the familiar pattern of sleep. I think about how amazing this is right now.

If I had been able to show my year five self this, I don't think I could've believed it. I'm laying in the living room with the boy of my dreams, his steady breath filling the room with a fragile calmness. There's a box sitting in my jacket pocket just across from us, and in that box is a small silver ring; tomorrow that box won't be sitting in my pocket, and hopefully the silver band will be on Simon's ring finger. I slowly shake his shoulder to wake him, his sleepy eyes open slowly. He frowns and presses his face into the crook of my neck. "We should go to bed." I mumble, not wanting to raise my voice.

"But I'm sooo comfortable." He whines.

"Come on Simon, it's exciting. The first night in our bed." I coax. He just groans in response. "Don't make me carry you." I threaten.

"I dare you." He mumbles defiantly. I push him off me in one swift motion, and lift him up over my shoulder. Simon lets out a loud squeal in surprise, laughing as I carry him down our empty hall. I throw him into our bed, our bed. He laughs as I climb in beside him, flopping down against the mattress. I pull my shirt off, and kick off my jeans, Simon does the same, and curls back into my chest. The warmth of his skin against mine makes everything feel so real. "I love you." He whispers, his eyes already closed.

"I love you too." I smile, resting my chin on his head.

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So this is where I think I'm going to end it, I feel like this is a good resolution, idk. Thank you for reading and voting, it's really appreciated. If you haven't yet, you shoud check out some of the other stuff I've written, right now I'm working on kinky snowbaz oneshots, and that's a lot of fun. ✌🏻 good night