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For over nine months Y/n and Lewis had been dating, only they had a long-distance relationship. Y/n had been living in London for the past year or so, meanwhile Lewis was in Scotland.

    Both of them were constantly Face-Timing, calling, and texting one another. They both adored one another so much. They both loved being able to tell each other about how their day was going. Y/n was able to tell Lewis about anything, he was just so trustworthy.

    Lewis and Y/n were lucky to meet one another. If it wasn't for Y/n being at the right place at the right time, they might've never known of one another's existence.

    Y/n was at a small get together at Alex and George's flat when they met. Alex was lounging on his couch when he had received a call from Lewis, their call had turned into FaceTiming. While everyone was talking, Y/n had noticed Alex was paying more attention to his phone. So they made their way over from behind Alex, peeking down to see what he was so interested in.

    As soon as they saw Lewis, they couldn't help but think about how cute Lewis looked. His hair was a bit messy while he wore his glasses. Maybe it was just from the buzzed state they were in, but Y/n found themself smiling at him, a small "Hi, I'm Y/n," leaving their lips. Lewis had found it adorable Y/n introduced themself, ignoring Alex's existence. He also found them quite attractive as well.

    Before Alex, could do anything else, Y/n had ended up snatching his phone away from him, starting a conversation up with Lewis. He was quite unbothered when Y/n had continued to talk, he enjoyed it. Y/n had soon locked themself in Alex's bathroom, wanting to keep talking to Lewis. After about 40 minutes of talking and laughing, Y/n had given Lewis their phone number. When they had finally finished their call, Y/n left the bathroom to give Alex his phone back.

    The next day after the get-together, Y/n had called Lewis. One thing they needed to get straight was that they weren't as bubbly and mischievous as they were last night. It was no surprise to Lewis when he got a call from Y/n, having them tell him they were a bit buzzed the other night. He could tell. But for the rest of the day, they found themselves texting each other, telling the other about themselves.

    After a few months of calling, Face-Timing, and texting, the pair had ended up developing a friendship, which had ended up blossoming into a long-distance relationship.

    Y/n looked to the corner of their laptop screen. They had been Face-Timing with Lewis for over thirty minutes now. For the past couple of minutes, they had been trying to throw different nuts into their mouth. It was the afternoon, Y/n had just gotten back from a bit of grocery shopping. After placing their food away, they had decided to pull out a snack. Lewis had been watching Y/n, for the fifth time they had dropped a chestnut on the ground.

    For a while, he had been trying to figure out how to break the news to Y/n. He only had so much time before the surprise would be ruined. It just seemed like Y/n was so busy, everytime they ended up calling, they would ramble on about how they had something going on in their life. But now seemed like the best time possible, Y/n was just merely trying to joke around. They didn't have anything important on their plate and they'd enjoy the surprise.

    "Y/n?"

    They stopped their activity, looking at their boyfriend with a smile.

    "I was wondering if you wanted to move in with me?"

    "What? Lewis, you live in Scotland..."

    "Y/n, I'm moving to London."

    Just hearing those words leave Lewis's lips, Y/n had instantly become excited. Right away, they had started jumping around excitedly, it was almost like they got ten times more than their usual serotonin boost. Lewis couldn't help but let out a laugh as he watched.

    "Are you messing with me? You better not be messing with me." Y/n had quickly snapped, turning back to their laptop. They felt embarrassed that this could all possibly be a prank just to mess with them. Y/n had gotten so excited so quickly just from Lewis telling them he was planning on moving to London.

    "I promise I'm not messing with you!"

    "Oh my god, I can't believe it..."

    Within the next two weeks, Y/n had gotten everything sorted out with Cam, Chloe, and Charlie. Lewis and Y/n had planned on sharing a bedroom together, both of them knew it'd be a risky move to make. After all, they hadn't met in person just yet, but they still wanted to take that risk.

    Y/n had decided on putting some of their furniture into a storage unit. They knew they definitely wouldn't have enough room for all of their belongings in the new flat. Just from seeing their old flat become empty from all their furniture being put away in the unit, Y/n could feel a bit of fear come over them. What if everything didn't turn out alright? What if they've already made a horrible mistake?

    As they had gotten closer and closer to the new flat, Y/n could feel their fear disappear, only to be replaced with excitement. Because they had now realized in only a few moments they'd be able to see their boyfriend in person for the first time.

    Lewis had just come downstairs. For the last 45 minutes, he had been working on setting up a few boxes in his and Y/n's room. As soon as his foot had hit the bottom stair, someone had practically hurled themself at Lewis. At first, he didn't have any clue who it was. But after taking a second to recognize the person he was holding in his arms, Lewis couldn't help but crack a smile.

    "I can't believe it's actually you," Y/n practically cooed. Lewis could feel joy overfill him as he held them close. As Y/n had looked up at him, Lewis pulled them up by their thighs, holding them closer as Y/n was lifted from the ground. Y/n could help but smash their lips against Lewis's. In that moment, the only thing that mattered was that kiss, it had been filled with love and passion. Pulling away from the kiss, Y/n couldn't help but let out a giggle. "I thought you'd be taller."

    "I could say the same to you," Lewis grinned happily. Even in person, Y/n's humor was quite funny.

    "Oh look, it's the lovebirds." The couple's attention had been pulled to the stairs, there stood Cam with a massive grin, a camera pointed at them.

    "Fuck off, Cam. Let us have our moment."

    For the rest of the day, Lewis and Y/n had worked on moving in boxes and unpacking. every now and then, they'd take a moment just to talk and do a bit of kissing. But by the end of the day, Lewis was able to set up his computer and desk, he had planned on streaming more often. Meanwhile, Y/n worked on setting up their bed and closets. When the day had ended, both of them were quite happy with how the final result had turned out.

    Before going to bed, the couple had decided to spend some time on the balcony together. For the past hour, Y/n had been cuddled up to Lewis, just enjoying being in his presence.

    "This is better than a FaceTime or Skype call," they cooed softly as they admired how the lights beautifully illuminated the city.

    "You're right," he looked down at his partner with a smile. "Now I can do this." He leaned in, pressing his lips against theirs. Every time they kissed, Y/n could feel butterflies in their stomach. They were just so happy they got to finally be with their boyfriend.

    "Lewis, I think I'm ready to go to bed," after another sweet kiss had come to an end, Y/n had spoken up, keeping her face only inches away from their boyfriend.

    "Alright then, let me carry you to bed then," Lewis smiled softly pulling Y/n close. They had climbed onto his back, preparing to be carried. Once Y/n felt secure, Lewis began to make his way inside.

    Just as they passed through the living room, Charlie had called after them. "You're the cuter couple in this flat!"

    "Fuck off, Charlie," Cam let out a huff of air. He and Charlie had been watching a movie downstairs before Lewis and Y/n came back inside from the balcony.

    "Ha, suck it, Cam!" Y/n chuckled as Lewis made his way upstairs. Before moving in, Y/n already knew Cam, Chloe, and Charlie. They met through Alex and George a while ago and had ended up becoming good friends.

    When the couple had finally made it into their bedroom, lewis tossed Y/n onto the bed, a squeal coming from them as they felt the soft fabric of the bed underneath them. Laying down next to Y/n, Lewis pulled his partner into his arms. Once again, he leaned in, kissing them one more time.

    "I'm so happy I get to kiss you now."

    "I am too, Lewis."


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