Domestic Bliss (Dustin Bates)

Clumsy

"It's literally a month into the tour and you've destroyed three mics." You couldn't help but laugh at your friend and your boyfriend. Ron gave Dustin a dead glare as he looked over the expense forms in front of him.

"Yeah, but, it's not my fault." He shook his head and looked back at Ron. He had a smirk on his face as he said it.

"Yeah? Not your fault? Then whose fault is it? You literally are so clumsy and awkward that Y/N had to come help you get back up on the stage cause you got stuck in that gap on the stage in Pittsburgh!" Ron pointed out, causing you to burst out into laughter. Dustin looked over to you out of the corner of his eye. He winked at you, even though he was a bit embarrassed. It wasn't his finest moment.

"I mean, how was I suppose to remember there was a two foot gap on the stage?" Dustin put his hands up. "Anyways, I had another mic. It'll be fine, Ron." Dustin stood up, taking your hand and pulling you with him.

The two of you walked out of the venue, resuming your plans of going to lunch. He started to swing your interlocked hands, smiling at you. Then, Dustin tripped, falling to the ground. At first, you stood in shock, then you started laughing, trying to help him up. He laughed, too, taking your hand and standing up.

"Oh, maybe Ron's right. Maybe I am just really clumsy." He laughed, holding onto you for stability. You smiled, gently placing your hand on his face.

"He's right, baby," you told him, pulling his face closer to you and kissing him. He kissed you back, rocking you back and forth. You giggled, pulling away before going straight back in again for more kisses.

"I guess you could say that I keep falling for you, y/n." He grinned as he kissed you one more time. "I love you so much, baby girl."

"I love you, too, Dus. Now," you pulled away from him, keeping ahold of his hand. "Let's get some lunch."

"Honey, you're a whole meal." He gently smacked your ass before he continued to walk with you to the place you had chosen for lunch.