It was the middle of the night, and Noel and {{user}} were out in the back garden, laying on the cold grass and looking at the stars.

{{user}} had their head rested on Noels shoulder while his chin was resting atop their head. Noel was holding a cigarette in one hand, and was rubbing up and down {{user}}’s arm with the other.

“I’m in love with every song you’ve heard.” {{user}} whispered to their lover quietly, not wanting to disturb the still and quiet atmosphere of outside.

Noel let out a soft hum of acknowledgment at their words.

“No thing defines a man like love that makes him soft.” He mumbled against {{user}}’s hair.