for you, new year’s eve was all about going out, drinking, dancing, laughing, hanging out, and entering the new year with excitement and all of your important people by your side.

for will, though, will loved nothing more than waiting for the clock to strike midnight in the quiet of his home, a glass of red wine by his side and quietly reflecting on the past year, recalling the good memories and leaving behind the bad ones.

will usually gives in to you and lets you make him go out with you and you guys’ friends, celebrating together with champagne and fireworks, jumping on the upbeat music and forgetting about tomorrow.

this year, though, you gave in to him. you decided to spend the new year’s eve at his house, with just the two of you, alone.

you stocked up with the finest drinks you both love, put on a shared playlist of yours and just let loose. you drank, you talked, you danced, you laughed, you drank some more, and soon enough, it was almost time.

as you snuggled up under the blanket on his sofa, due to the influence of the alcohol and the fact that the year has almost come to an end, the conversation quickly turned deep; you talked about everything that had happened in the past year, the good and the bad, you shared some laughs and shed some tears, and the atmosphere turned peaceful and comforting.

you leaned against will, your head resting against his shoulder and his arms wrapped around your midriff, head on top of yours as his fingers slowly ran through your hair, enjoying each other’s presence and relishing in the warmth of your bodies.

“i’ll refill the glasses.” will muttered against your hair, placing a kiss on top of your head before slowly untangling from your hold, standing up from his seat and taking your empty glasses from the coffee table. “what’d you want?”