Okay I’m the most awful person I’m so terrible I’m so so so so sorry but I am continuing I swear and I low key hate this chapter cause its kind of a filler and there’s another dumb corny ending BUT I sweAR I will put smut in the next part. also somebody else write a fic pls so that it’s not all up to me because I am so unreliable anyway enjoy
"What on earth do we do now?" you ask, your voice muffled by Julian’s shirt.
"Whatever you want. I owe it to you," he says gently.
You sigh into his chest. Decision making is so difficult.
"How about we just stay in. Get take out, get a million blankets, watch dumb rom coms- y’know, stuff couples who are usually in the same country do."
Of course you regretted saying that right away. Julian now looked twice as guilty.
"Hey, you know I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that we aren’t together that often," you say to try and remedy the situation.
Thankfully, Julian’s good at bouncing back like that. In seconds he’s smiling and asking if you want pizza or chinese. Settling on chinese, you get to arguing about the movie to watch.
"I wanna watch a Bond movie!" he whines.
"But we said we were gonna watch a rom com, and that means Pretty In Pink!" you argue.
"Yeah but she picks the wrong guy in the end! She totally belongs with Duckie!"
"Of course she belongs with Duckie, but it’s still an iconic movie!"
"I’ll give you that, but I still think we should go 007"
You sigh. Bond’s pass at every woman he sees is something you could live without.
"I’ve got it. We’re watching Casablanca." you smile.
"Really? Like I haven’t heard that one before" he says.
"Well? Have you ever actually seen it?"
”Uhhh…no”
"Well then tonight’s the night."
He finally gives in and your food arrives at the door. The delivery guy unfortunately recognizes Julian as “that dude from the strokes!!!” so it takes some times to do autographs and all that stuff. Pizza Man, of course, is trying to look around and figure out who you are so he can give the whole world the scoop on you and Julian. You stay pretty tight lipped. He finally plunks down on the couch next to you, mumbling about dumb fans.
"Hey," you chide, "Don’t forget that I was just a dumb fan."
"I know that," he says, "I was just being shallow. After all you can’t really have a band without fans. I just don’t want them fucking up a lovely dinner date with my girl. Let’s eat already."
You get exactly what you want- a date that belongs in a rom-com. You watch a romantic movie and feed eachother Chinese food, wrapped up in blankets and surrounded by pillows. You snuggle and he kisses away your tears when the sad part happens. He tickles you, you squeal, and you both end up on the floor laughing so hard your stomachs hurt. He tackles you and kisses you relentlessly before lying down next to you on the floor. He gently strokes your hand.
"Babe?" he asks.
"mmhm?" you mumble.
"I love you"
His words catch you off guard a little bit, but they make you feel all tingly. You smile at him.
"I love you too"
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