“You’re making breakfast too? Babe, you’re doing too much.” I joke, my hands slowly moving to grab your waist, wrapping my arms around your abdomen. Everything about you is just so soft. I can’t even explain it, you just make everything better.

It’s just a regular morning, nothing special, but it is special because you’re here with me. Just like every other morning, but today has been a great start. We woke up at the same time, stayed in bed for an extra 30 minutes in each others arms before the morning breath got too much to handle. We brushed our teeth together, you snapping a photo of the two of us. You always do things like that, taking photographs of things that are appealing to you and probably my fans that I’m choosing to ignore at the moment.

There’s always one morning every few weeks that we just feel so much more closer. It’s strange, really, because we’ve always been close. You’re the drummer in my band and you have been since 2016 when I first started making my own music outside of One Direction, I’ve always been closer to you out of everyone else in the band.

Everything changed after one night at a club after a show in 2018, me and the band decided we should celebrate the end of our tour by going out together for some drinks. Let’s just say that we definitely celebrated in a way I didn’t have planned but now I thank God everyday that it happened because I’d never have the guts to tell you how I really felt and I doubt you would either.

“Remember our first time?” I ask you, knowing full well that you remembered. I rest my chin on your shoulder as you prep up some breakfast, my breath tickling your neck.