•omg what a concept honestly
•First off he would ask you to move in in the cutest way; he'd insist you came with him flat-hunting (telling you he wanted a new place for himself, making up some excuse that he had issues with his current apartment) and when you'd finally found one he saw you really liked, he'd grab your hand with the cutest grin plastered across his face, gently placing his hands on your waist and looking into your eyes as he said, "Live here with me."
•You thought he was joking at first, laughing and rolling your eyes until you saw his earnest expression and froze
•"You're not joking?" "No, babe, I'm not joking."
•Of course you'd nod ecstatically and lean up to wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek and mumbling "I love you so much." In his ear
•"I love you too, baby." He'd grin and pepper soft kisses over your face, unable to stop smiling
•Back to the point - actually moving in with him was both a dream and a nightmare
•because he'd just keep buying more furniture and decorations, insisting you needed them, but forget the things you actually needed
•you sent him to ikea for a bed frame one morning and he came back with 8 house plants, 2 mirrors, a new dresser, countless mugs and cushions, but not the one thing you sent him there for
•and he'd have a strange attachment to the items in his flat, taking hours to sort through one cupboard and frowning at each item he picked out thoughtfully, debating whether or not he could part with it
•which was fair enough for some things, but when he was almost in tears over letting go of a cheese grater you'd had enough and just promised he could choose anything he wanted for the new place
•but omg ikea trips together!!!!!! the softest cutest shit ever
•he'd push you around the store in the trolley, the two of you laughing and joking all day
•"Con, we really don't need any more plants-" "But look at it, it's so tiny and cute- I'm getting all of them."
•the night before you moved into the new flat he'd be like a kid on Christmas Eve, unable to sleep from excitement and constantly grinning with happiness
•he'd drag all of the boys down to help you move in (secretly only doing so because he knew he'd need James and Tristan to reach the highest shelves since he couldn't) and blast music as you moved everything inside
•half of the time was spent singing and messing around, the other half was spent all having tantrums over assembling furniture
•you stayed up until 1am and still hadn't finished everything, the boys eventually leaving from exhaustion
•you'd be wandering around the flat, simply looking around your new home, until Connor walked up behind you and slipped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder and mumbling a tired, "Weird, isn't it?"
•"Very weird." You'd agree and giggle softly, placing your hands over his and smiling to yourself, "I love you, Connor."
•"I love you too, Y/N." He'd mumble against your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek and sighing, "You coming to bed?"
•You'd nod and let him lead you down the hall, both collapsing into bed and passing out almost instantly
•It was still extremely strange to you to wake up in a shared apartment with Con, taking almost a month for you to begin to adjust, though you seemed to find something you'd forgotten to buy pretty much every day, resulting in many more trips to ikea
•not that you were complaining, Connor surprised you every day with how different it was to live with him - you didn't realise how strange it would be to live together, you practically spent every free moment at each other's apartment as it was, but it seemed you somehow learnt more than you already knew about him
•like the strangely large amounts of deliveries he got constantly of completely unnecessary items
•omg cooking together !!
•and softass cuddles whenever possible
•Connor would decide he wanted to be a "real adult" and invite the boys over for dinner parties
•it wasn't long until he lost the energy of doing so, but at least he tried
•Coming home to find Connor had made dinner for the two of you omg such a softie
•other times he'd just order in if he couldn't be bothered to cook, but coming home from a busy day to find him waiting for you with food was the best thing in the world
•it would usually be you that made breakfast, since he was too tired in the morning, but it seemed like a fair trade
•the downside was that he'd sometimes have unreasonably early mornings, so his alarm would wake you on his way out
•and he wasn't the best at being quiet
•As was demonstrated by him coming home drunk at 2am and crawling into bed beside you, mumbling to himself about how much he loved you and how he wished you'd come out with them
•but even so you loved him so much and he was so ridiculously soft for you 24/7
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