You wake up early in the morning, happy, to your snoring fiancé. You beam at your hand happily and slip out of bed. Your phone starts ringing so you answer it quickly so it doesn't wake your fiancé.
"Hello?" you whisper down the phone, padding into the carpeted living room in your bare feet.
"Hi, Darcy" you hear a wonderful Sheffield accent say down the phone.
"Hey, Matt" you smile.
"What's new? You want to come over?" he asks.
"Yeah, sure. I have a lot to tell you." you say happily. "Let me get changed I'll be right over."
You pull on some leggings and a band tshirt followed with various spiritual bracelets taking over your arms.
You take a taxi to Matt's and spot a paparazzi car parked close by. You pull your coat hood up and rush to the door. Matt answers immediately, his hand still in a sling.
"Hi," he greets, kissing your cheek and inviting you in. You hold your engaged hand up to his face and beam excitedly. He dosent smile. He hesitates.
"I thought I had talked him out of it," he says.
