What if he doesn't like it? What if he really hates it and forces me to break up with him? What if...

"I'm home sweetie!" Called a certain (H/c) haired male.

"I-I'm in the living room, (Y/n)" I replied, still debating whether or not he would like the surprise I made for him.

You see, (Y/n) pretty much works his butt off for us, whether it be paying numerous bills, paying for food, or just buying me gifts every now and then.

Even though I have a job, it isn't one with a really good pay, which makes me feel like I'm a burden to him.

Although I have some breakdowns from time to time, it recently got worse, at least according to my loving and caring boyfriend.

Back to the surprise, (Y/n) has the weekend off for once and I felt like he would really enjoy some time watching movies.

There has been this one movie, (favourite movie name), he's been talking about and he said he really wanted to see it but has no time.

So I created a fortress out of blankets and pillows in the living room and made some snacks and drinks for us.

He probably won't like the (favourite snack name)'s I prepared.

The ones at the supermarket are probably better... I should've just went out and bought some.

The tent I made just looks like a mess.

He'll probably hate me for spreading all of the blankets and pillows so messily all over the living room...

"(U/n)! Earth to (U/n)! Hello? Anybody here?" I heard (Y/n) say as I snapped back to reality.

"Ah! I'm so sorry (Y/n)! I-I was j-just lost in my thoughts..."

He sighed and cupped my face in his warm, gentle hands as he spoke

"Relax dear, it's alright. Don't panic and tell me what's wrong," he calmly said as he moves one of his hand towards my back and the other wrapping around the back of my head, hugging me close to his warm body.

"I'll always have your back. You can tell me anything, alright (U/n)?"

I felt my eyes water and tear up from what he said.

"(U-u/n)?! W-wait! Why are you crying?! Did I do anything? Was it because I spend too much time at work and not enough with you? Or is it because I-"

"N-NO! *sniff* It isn't!!" I blurted out through a sob.

"Tell me (U/n) what is it?" He pleaded with a gentle yet worried tone.

"I-it's just that I'm a really bad boyfriend and I probably just made a mess of the living room and the snacks probaly aren't even edible I'm so sorry you boyfriend had to be such a terrible person I'm so sorry but I don't want to leave you either but-MPH?!"

(Y/n) cut me off with a kind and gentle kiss, making me melt into the kiss and sobbing even more from the way he treats me.

"Ahh... ah...... Why do you even like me, (Y/n)?" I questioned with a small voice not looking into his beautiful (E/c) eyes.

He didn't respond.

"...(Y/n)?" I ask again, looking up.

Please don't break up. Please.

"... I..."

No. Please no. Please say something. Just say something. Anything . Just-

"SAY SOMETHING PLEASE (Y/N)!! Please... anything... something..."

I stare down in disbelief, letting my tears pour out like a waterfall.

He really doesn't like me. Of course, since I' so useles-

"Where do I start... " (Y/n) finally spoke.

"I like everything about you, ranging from physical to mental or just the way you talk. I like everything. I like you. Your personality, your looks, how you sleep, how you get jealous, and how you're always so kind and selfless. I like it all. It would most likely take me a couple hours to say it all, and I'm not just saying it to make you feel better. I, (Y/n), really like- no- I mean love. I, (Y/n), truly love everything about you, I love you. So you have to love yourself as well, okay?"

(Y/n) confesses, pulling me tighter into his embrace.

"I-I... *sniff*... I love you too!" I cry, as I clench the back of his shirt and slowly let gravity take over my body and continue to cry.

After a while of crying into his shoulder while sitting on the floor, I move my face back a bit and stare into his magnificent (E/c) eyes.

The ones that I fell for when I first met him.

"Like what you see?" (Y/n) cheerfully says with a wink.

"Y-yes..." I reply, feeling my body temperature go up.

"Have you calmed down now (U/n)?" My boyfriend worriedly asks.

He must've been terrified when I just broke down in front of him...

"(U/n)? Hello? Are you lost in your thoughts again?" He repeatedly asks.

"Ah! Oh... sorry... I d-didn't... mean to..." I apologetically respond.

"It's alright. It's just that something like that just happened and I was worried." He said with a nervous grin.

"Now that you're feeling better, I should give you a response on the living room hm?" He says.

"R-right," I stutter, trying to get up from the floor. "I need to go clean up. I'm sorry I made a mess..." I apologize as I move my way towards the living room.

"AH!" I yelp in supprise as (Y/n) all of a sudden scoops me up and carries me to the center of the pillow fort.

"Who told you to clean? I find this amazing that you did all this. Is that (favourite snack name)?! And is that (favourite movie name)?!?! Did you prepare this all for me?!?!?!" (Y/n) squeals as he squeezes me even tighter.

"Y-yeah, I prepared it all, although the (favourite snack name)'s might not be really good... it was my first time making them..."

"YOU MADE THESE?!?!?!?!" He practically screams at me.

"Y-y-yes... Y-y-you on-only l-l-like t-the s-store b-b-bought o-ones th-though, r-r-right?" I stammer, afraid that he was disappointed in my cooking skills.

"How could I only like the ones at the store! Of course they're good, but they taste nothing like what you cook! You always have a special taste in all the food you cook, you could never compare with the store. Your cooking is too good for the store, my love." He assures, patting me on the back while doing so.

"T-try some then..."

"Um... how about you feed me? With your mouth? Pretty please?"

I feel myself blush at his request, but I still do it none the less.

I put some of (favourite snack name) in my mouth and move it over to his.

He passionately gives me a kiss before transfering (favourite snack name) into his own mouth then chewing and swallowing.

I look up at him with a hopeful expression on my face.

"How was it?"

"Hmm..."

I knew it was horrible.

"I knew it couldn't compare with the stores! It's amazing! Could you make more! Maybe we can cook together!"

"Really?"

I ask, my voice full of disbelief.

"Of course, love. I told you, you're an amazing cook." He said, planting a kiss on my forehead.

"Now, let's put this fantastic pillow fort to use and watch some movies alright?" He asks, giving me a warm smile.

"Alright. And I love you."

"I love you too, always."