declan when you're sat at the kitchen table, he had insisted on cooking for you and you had no choice but to agree.
your eyes wandered around his home, landing on a record player. you walked over to it, scanning through the records and choosing to play one of them.
sound soon filled the room and you began to sway your hips, hearing the waves of music in your ears. declan looked over from the kitchen, watching you with amusement.
"how'd i get so lucky?" he whispered to himself.
a/n
so i was watching reign and i
had to write one of declan because
torrance coombs is gorgeous, bye.