How about New Years Day where you and Ross have had a party and you’re both hung over and cleaning up the house and everyone has just gone home so you just quietly pick up bottles and smile at each other in a haze and then get on the sofa and cuddle and the whole time you’re thinking about how magical it was kissing each other at midnight, fireworks exploding but actually how much more magical it is, to have the sun streaming in, pjs on and make up smeared on your face and to start the brand new day, new year, and when all the excitement and the party has died down, it’s you and him, together.
Awww yes 🥹 so i'm thinking early hours of the morning and you've literally just said goodbye to the last of your friends (both of you make sure that they all get into their ubers/rides safely and tell them to text etc) and you go back into the house, still a bit drunk, maybe even a bit high and the house is a mess. Red solo cups (of course) and empty bottles of beer everywhere, there's even some empty pizza boxes, cigarette butts; it's a pigsty so you sigh and get to work. basically dragging your feet around the house and picking up whatever rubbish you see. you're still in a sparkly dress but your hair's in a bun now, red lipstick faded into a pink tint and glitter on your cheeks. you have discarded the heels a long time ago and his shirt is untucked, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. he's leaning against the door frame, head tilted to one side with just the softest smile on his face and he's like 'what are you doing, love? just come to bed with me. leave that for later' and you just look at him, eyebrows raised and go 'so you're telling me you would clean up this mess tomorrow when you're severely hungover?' and he just laughs and points at the window where the sky is already turning pink and orange. tomorrow is already here. it's already new year's day like properly about to be the first sunrise of the year. so you just grab a blanket off the settee, walk up to him and wrap it around the both of you to just stay like that for a bit.
'we're getting too old for this, we're gonna die of a hangover tomorrow...today,' he scrunches his face with regret but he's also smiling. so you propose the idea of just going to bed after watching the sunrise. and you put the kettle on for some tea (some naive belief that it will help with the inevitable disaster) while he gets another blanket from your bedroom and throws away a few more bottles, boxes etc but once both your mugs are ready, you just end up standing at the window sharing the one blanket with you tucked into his side and his head on yours 🥹 the world around you is so quiet which is much needed after a night full of loud music and fireworks and general whoops and cheers. all you can hear is him humming some song, maybe the chirping of some birds so you simply close your eyes and relish in the moment and breath him in. He's like 'you're thinking, i can tell, you're about to get sappy.' and you flick him in the side because he's right, you are. but then you also hug him tightly. you don't have to tell him you love him, he knows it. he knew it when you practically jumped on him at midnight to make out with him and he knows it now when you pull him into a slow, gentle kiss. anyway you move to the sofa in the hopes of continuing it but the blanket is so warm and he's so comfy that you just end up cuddling and falling asleep together.
the hangover is terrible after you wake up but this is just an opportunity to rot in bed with your fav person and make silly new years resolutions you will never stick to. except maybe waking up next to each other as often as you can. that you will do gladly <3