Your eyes fluttered open and you groaned, stretching out your limbs and feeling the radiating warmth of Luke next to you, as you awoke you felt the cold in the room around you and snuggled closer into your boyfriend to escape it. Luke also let out a yawn as he woke, pulling you in closer to his bare chest. "Morning babe." He mumbled, his voice raspy and thick with sleep, that voice was one of your favourite things in the world.
"Good morning sleepy. Its cold." You complained and he nodded in agreement. He disattached himself from you to get out of bed and look out the window. "Holy crap!" He exclaimed and you stumbled out of bed to see what he was looking at. Everything was white, a beautiful untouched blanket of snow covered the ground, at least five inches deep.
"Wow... It looks so pretty..." You marvelled looking at the way the thick snow enveloped the world outside, layering nearby roofs and car tops.
"Not as pretty as you." He grinned sleepily and wrapped an arm around your waist.
"Cheesy shit!" You laughed and he poked you in the side making you squeal.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get dressed!" He instructed and pulled away in search of clothes.
"Why?" You frowned.
"We are going to have an epic snowball fight." Luke said as he hopped into a pair of jeans and pulled on a jumper. "I'm going to make some coffee while you get dressed so come meet me downstairs when you're ready. Unless you're afraid of losing?"
"Oh you wish, Hemmings. Its on baby." You smirked and he left the room a smug grin etched on his face. Quickly you went to your wardrobe and rumbled around for some clothes that wouldn't make you freeze to death and settling on a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms and a maroon jumper paired with thick black socks, boots, a pair of gloves and a wooly scarf. Once you were dressed you went to the mirror and applied a bit of foundation and shoved your hair into a sloppy ponytail, there wasn't much point in looking lovely if you were about to have snow thrown at your face.
Dressed and prepared you walked out of your bedroom along the corridor to the kitchen, where Luke was sat with a steaming cup of coffee between his hands. "You look ready to lose." He said cheekily.
"Actually I'm dressed to conquer." You remarked and sat opposite him at the table, gratefully sipping the hot coffee he'd made. You sat in comfortable silence drinking your beverages but as soon as Luke finished the last drop he jumped up. "I'm ready for this babe. Hope you are!" He half shouted and rushed off out the door into the garden, you laughed as you drank the last remnants in your cup before rushing out to join him.
The air outside was cold and harsh and nipped at your exposed skin making you shiver. You looked around for Luke, confused as to where he had disappeared to. You let out a scream of terror as a snowball hurtled to your face from beside you and you heard a loud roar of laughter from Luke as it collided with your cheek. "Luke you fucking shithead!" You screeched and immediately scooped down to grab a handful of the white mush and hurtling it at Luke who didn't move in time as it smashed into his shoulder.
A full out war ensued, you hit Luke square in the face twice making him complain and he hit the back of your head a hundred times over. It only ended when Luke had slipped over on the wet ground and crashed into you sending you both tumbling to the ground in a fit of laughter, neither of you bothered to move and you just layed there, out of breath and laughing. "Man. I need food." Luke stated and jumped out, nearly falling again but balancing himself out before also pulling you up. You both walked back inside removing your wet clothing before retiring back to the sofa and flicking on the TV.
Luke stretched himself out into a laying position and yanked you down with him as he protectively pulled you into his chest. "Y/N, even though you suck at snowball fights I love you so much." Luke fawned placing a kiss on your cold nose making you sigh happily and cuddle in closer, euphoric in the arms of your love.
Let's be real here if Luke was in the snow he'd fall over way more than once
