you wake up to nonstop buzzing.

your phone lights up beside your pillow, flashing notifications faster than your sleep-blurred eyes can register.

+946,822 followers. 1,537 DMs. your name trending.

you sit up slowly, blinking the sleep from your eyes. you don’t even post that much — why would anyone suddenly care?

then your best friend’s name flashes across the screen. “OH MY GOD. CHECK HIS INSTAGRAM. RIGHT NOW.”

still half-asleep, you fumble to open the app. and there it is. garrett's latest post. 5.3M likes.

the first photo: your hand, holding his, rings matching.

the second: a picture of you asleep on his chest, hoodie bunched at your shoulders, his smile the softest it’s ever looked.

the third: a video. you, laughing in his kitchen, completely unaware of the camera.

caption: “mine since day one.”

your heart stops. your brain short-circuits.

“what the—”

and then, like summoned by your shock, your bedroom door creaks open.

garrett steps in. hoodie messy, hair messier. toothbrush still in his mouth.

“morning,” he mumbles. “you seen it?”

you just blink.

he raises an eyebrow. “what? i waited long enough. world deserved to know the best thing that ever happened to me.”

you cover your face with a pillow. “you could’ve warned me!”

he grinned, coming to sit beside you, gently prying the pillow away. “i love you, and now the world knows it too.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple.