Pretend

Twenty six - skater boy

Y/n's pov

It's mind blowing how things work unexpectedly.
Nothing is really under your control , anything can happen anytime.

These are my thoughts as I look up at the flawless boy sleeping beside me, his shiny dark brown curls laying messily on his forehead.

He looks almost innocent, his mouth closed and his eyebrows relaxed.

How can someone look this good while sleeping?

It makes me want to wake up before him and sleep after him.

It's 6.45 am, even though I'll rather wake up at 1 pm I decided to get up.

I carefully move myself out of Tom's grip trying not to wake him up and he doesn't

As I open the door, I realise that Tom's room is the only place in the whole Manor where the sun doesn't shine.

Is he a vampire or something?

I carefully close the door behind while the blinding light coming from the windows has woken me up completely.

For now I'm going to use the bathroom in the corridor, to not risk waking Tom up.

Once I was done I went straight to the kitchen when an house elf greeted me

'Goodmorning Miss y/l, would you like some breakfast?'

'Oh goodmorning' I respond looking at the little house elf

'I was thinking about making Tom and I some breakfast, could I please borrow some ingredients?' I ask

'Of course Miss, just tell me what you need'

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The aroma of the coffee is filling my lungs, it feels like it's bringing me back to life.

While I'm flipping the last pancake,
I feel comforting arms slither from behind securing me in a loving back hug.

'Goodmorning darling' says Tom in a husky morning voice, laying his head in between my neck and shoulder and kissing my cheek

I could die right here and right now
He doesn't know what he's doing to me ughhhh

'Goodmorning' I reply smiling positioning the last pancake on the plate

'Go take a seat I'll be there in a minute' I say patting his head still on my shoulder

He went to the kitchen island and waited for me

I arrive holding a tray with two cups of coffee, pancakes and scrambled eggs

Tom's resting his head on his hand while looking at me

'Is this how married life feels like?' He suddenly asks as I lay the tray in front of him and take a sit beside him

'Well maybe' I reply taking my cup of coffee

'Then I might marry you right now and right here'

'What guarantees you that I would accept your proposal?' I say mockingly

'Who wouldn't?' He replies leaning his face closer to mine

'Why would I' I tease