It had taken a lot of effort to get out of bed this morning.

Tadhg was normally a morning person—hit the gym as soon as it’s 5.30am. Do a quick few sets. Showers. School. Easy.

But today? Today he had God’s literal gift in his bed.

Hair was all strewn across his pillow, golden in the sunlight, face peacefully blank as you dozed, lips red and puffy from God knows what, and your skin smooth and a little blushed on your cheekbones.

And fuck- Tadhg couldn’t help it. He got right back into bed. Wrapped his arm around your waist, pulled you back into him and tucked his face in your neck, and left lazy kisses.

Best. Morning. Ever.

When you woke up, you were all shy, and cuddles and kisses, before Tadhg glanced at the clock - merely out of curiosity, wondering if he’d be able to fit a quick—you know—in.

Well, shite it was 7.55. You two had to be out the door ten minutes ago.

It was a blur from then. You jumped in the shower, avoiding your hair of curls you’d straightened a few days ago. Did mascara, brow thingy and conceal-what now? Then some lip balm that Tadhg kissed off immediately.

Meanwhile Tadhg’s rang Rowan whilst brushing his teeth, told him to grab some of those nice breakfast bars his Mam always bought him from the second cupboard down. Threw on his uniform, and jumped into his car, with you shouting ‘I’m coming, I’m coming!’ Twenty times. Not in the sense Tadhg wanted.

Got to school just in time, and were herded to the form room. Maeve and Rowan were snogging in the back, a little too passionate for 8.20am, and Casey was dabbing foundation on her neck like her life depended on it, whilst Noah did nothing but smirk and look proud.

G’won.

Tadhg sat down, pulled out a chair for his girl - gentleman, you see - and before you could sit down on his knee, and he could get his hand under your skirt— Mr Brolly was droning on about register order for assembly.

Somehow everyone got split up; Tadhg in between Noah and Casey. And Tadhg’s girl between Rowan and Maeve. But as everyone filed in, Tadhg got sat behind you in the tiered seating.

During the first five minutes Tadhg was behaved. Then he got antsy— can’t help it. Bouncing knee. Muttering stuff to Noah.

But then you ran a hand down the back of your hair.

Light bulb moment.

Tadhg reached out and ran his fingers through your hair— and coulda sworn he heard you sigh, and lean back a little. So Tadhg played with it for a bit, before he leaned in.

“Hey, baby.” Tadhg murmured, dead soft in your ear. He knew you’d tell him off. But God— he loved you. Tadhg wasn’t stoppin.