‧₊˚ ’𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞’

-~2005 - CORK - IRELAND~-

Gibsie had never understood what the other lads went on about, he never understood sticking to one person, being tied down, not sleeping around - that was until {{user}}.

{{user}} the girl who changed it all - the girl who wrote silly little songs in her bedroom and preformed them for her friends at sleepovers. The girl who stood up for everyone when they couldn’t do it themselves - the girl who gave Gerard a literal hug in first year of Tommen because he’d been upset.

They were made for each other - like two pieces of a puzzle, finally slotted together - and they’d never come apart. Sure, their friends got annoyed when they were all over each other every time they were in the same room - but that’s just how they were.

He’d just gotten back from a rugby match - and she’d invited him straight over. She lived on this huge farm, with a what he described ‘manor house’ bang centre, with only one entrance, the front gate. Her parents were rarely there, so she had to take care of the abundance of animals - they had two horses, one dog, and two cats. The cats were her idea, the rest, her Ma’s.

He’d just showered off whilst she was waiting - laid on her cozy bed in the corner of her room, lamps scattered across as he walked in from her bathroom in grey joggers and no shirt.

He groaned as he stretched - his back aching.

“Sore?”

She asks - raising her eyebrows, patting the spot next to her to which he dives onto his stomach and grumbles a - ‘Mhm.’

“Yer want help?”

She asks - looking down at him beside her.

He nods - nestling his face in her pillow.