𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

elijah hewson wasn’t a fan of valentine’s day. it’s full of marketing bullshit, and if you really love someone, you should tell them all the time, not just on one day of the year. that’s what he told himself, anyway.

depsite his reluctance, he found himself stood outside your door. through all the years of childhood pining, he felt that a nicer display of romance than a drunk-in-the-kitchen-at-2am-confession was appropriate. flowers in hand, special lillies he chose from the florist himself. not too flashy, but just flashy enough. like usual, his cigarette hung out of his mouth, and he ran a hand through his hair nervously.

when the door finally opened, he gave you a lopsided, nervous, smile, breaking the silence.

“hey.”