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Grian woke up in a warm embrace, arms wrapped tightly around him, protecting him from a chill that the outside world always brought. He turned his head, just a little bit, to look at the time displayed on the screen of his bedside table's clock. His—Scar’s—alarm was set to go off at any moment. He had forgotten which it was, they were indecipherable. They had melded together very early on in Scar and Grian’s relationship, and neither would have it any other way.
Grian sighed, turning his head back to rest in the crook of Scar’s neck. He’d worry about the alarm when it was actually time. He could spare a few seconds, relishing in Scar’s love, warmth, presence. He smiled against Scar’s skin, and he seemed to feel it, shifting ever so slightly. He peeked one eye open, looking down at Grian through a sleepy haze. “Good morning, Sunshine.”
“Hey,” Grian whispered, he brought his hand up to trace lines and shapes into his boyfriend’s chest at random. “How did you sleep?”
“Well, always well when you’re here,” Scar mumbled, tightening his hold on Grian for a blissful second before relaxing. “I wish we could just stay here all day.”
“Me too,” Grian said, caressing the points on Scar that sunlight had graced through the slit in their curtains. “But you know we can’t.”
“We could’ve caught a stomach bug or something, how would anyone else know?” Scar tried, only meaning it a little bit. They had responsibilities, they both knew it, even when they desperately wanted it to not be true.
“Yeah?” Grian humoured the idea. “And what would we do with our sick day?”
“Anything we’d want,” Scar told him, with conviction and confidence and love and Grian believed him, enough that he almost fell into the fantasy face first, ready to hide away with Scar until the world had passed them by.
“Except go outside and risk someone finding out about our little act of trickery,” Grian reminded him, waiting for that horrible alarm to go off, dreading the time without the love of his life.
“So, we’d stay in,” Scar hummed. “I don’t see anything wrong with that. We could cuddle, make breakfast, lay on the couch.”
They could be together, side by side, never too far apart. It sounded like heaven, so perfect, so nice. “That sounds lovely,” Grian said, and like clockwork, the alarm made itself known to the world.
“Guess that’s our queue to stop daydreaming,” Scar said, reluctantly unwrapping his arms from around Grian, they both shivered at the loss of contact.
“Unfortunately,” Grian frowned. He sat up, letting the blanket pool at his waist, it was fluffy and soft and warm and he wished he could sink back into it.
He stood up, even the carpeted floor was cold on the soles of Grian’s feet. He saw Scar walk around to their wardrobe in his peripheral, he pulled himself along to meet him there.
They pulled together outfits in tandem, setting them on the bed to put on after they showered. Grian made coffee when it was Scar’s turn, and Scar made breakfast when it was Grian’s.
They knew each other more than they knew themselves, it was oddly freeing. They had someone that could anticipate their every move, relate to them in a way no one else ever would. It was love.
They made quiet conversation while they ate, pointlessly stealing off of each other’s plates because neither of them minded. There was a bubble around them, carefully curated so that nothing in the world could interfere.
They slowly made their way to leave the apartment, go their separate ways. The farewells always lasted a while, they had started accounting for it. Slow languid kisses and quick sneaky pecks were exchanged, it was perfect.
Grian got into his car, waiting for his phone to connect to it. His fingers tapped absentmindedly against his steering wheel for a moment. He, as if it were second nature—instinctual in the best way possible—called Scar. It rang once before it was picked.
“Hey, Gri!” Scar said on the other side of the line. “Did you forget something? Did I forget something?”
“No, no,” Grian said, smiling at the familiar tinny tone. “I just missed you, wanted to hear your voice.”
He heard Scar coo, it made his heart melt. He wanted to savour the moment, lock it away where no one could reach it. He wanted to keep it pristine in his mind, forgotten until the scent of his car’s air freshener reminded him of the beautiful ache in his chest.
“Well, now I feel all special,” Scar laughed quietly, it was fond beyond measure, anyone could tell. He never tried to hide it.
“Can we just stay on the phone today?” Grian asked, vulnerable in a way he only ever was with Scar. Nobody else was privy to it all, nobody else understood him so intricately.
“Of course,” Grian could see the grin on his face if he closed his eyes.
“We don’t have to talk or anything,” Grian explained, though it was useless, Scar knew him. “I just want to know that you’re there.”
“I’d like that,” Scar replied. Grian looked out his window, the sky seemed brighter somehow, more colourful, like the world existed only for them. Scar made it feel like that, like Grian was the only other person alive, like they could have anything they ever wanted with no effort at all. Grian already had everything he’d ever wanted, for he had Scar.
“Good.” Grian rested his hand on his gear shift, putting his car in drive. They both shared their every little thought as they drove through the city, taking shortcuts they’d found, getting stuck in traffic.
It was blissful, having it as a constant, a sure thing, a crutch. There were times when one of them would randomly strike up a conversation, and it filled Grian with such a sense of home, like it was where he was supposed to be.
They hung up when they met each other in the elevator up to their apartment. It felt a little bittersweet when Grian ended the call. There was no reason for it, Grian knew that, but it felt strangely like letting go. He didn’t complain though, because when he did let go, he was holding onto something—someone—so much better.
Scar unlocked their apartment door, pulling Grian along behind him. They stood in the middle of their living room for a second before Scar pulled Grian into a tight hug. He started humming something, quietly, just for them to hear.
Grian leaned his head on Scar’s shoulder’s as they swayed in time. It felt like home, it felt like love.