[ MyStreet Garroth x Reader ] Choosing you

Baby, it's cold outside

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[ Chapter 1, Page 3]
"I-I didn't mean to hit you in the face, Y/N!"

My Street... Your Home... Your POV;

A chill raced down my spine as I stirred from my slumber, the gentle rays of light filtering through my window. The morning illumination seemed different today, casting a softer glow than usual. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I sat up, stretching my arms out wide and releasing a contented yawn with my eyes still half-shut.

A cocoon of comfort enveloped me, the warmth of my bed clinging to my body. Drawing my gaze toward the window, I couldn't help but smile as I witnessed the mesmerizing sight outside. Specks of snow descended gracefully from the heavens, each delicate flake finding its place in the world, some playfully adhering to the glass pane.

Snowfall, my heart skipped a beat in delight, matching the rhythm of my smile. With a sense of eagerness, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, the sheets forgotten in my haste. Padding across the room, I rummaged through my wardrobe, selecting attire that promised both snugness and ease for this wintry day.

I adorned myself in my treasured vintage sweater, a charming blend of green and white that held a touch of nostalgia. Beneath it, a crisp white turtleneck provided an extra layer of warmth, its snug embrace a shield against the wintry chill. A pair of blue mom jeans graced my legs, their casual elegance melding seamlessly with the ensemble. Completing the look, my brown boots added a rustic touch, harmonizing with the overall aesthetic I'd crafted. 

While I stood before the mirror, savoring the harmony of my chosen attire, a subtle sound from my phone diverted my attention. I swiveled my head, my gaze fixated on the source of the interruption. Crossing the room, I neared my bed where my phone rested, ready to reveal its message.