@boookemdanno - here is your other suggestion my lovely! 

#223: rob once got drunk on new year’s eve and decided to spend the countdown listing things he loved about aaron. he was a drunken mess and kept stumbling on his words but aaron couldn’t help but blush like a love sick puppy and crash their mouths together when the clock chimed.

It’s loud and bright and everyone’s having a right good old time of it. It’s making Aaron laugh, he’s seeing his whole family down pints and loosen up and God it’s like his mum is actually planning on getting legless. 

“You want another pint babe?” Aaron snaps his head up as he hears Robert. 

Yeah he’s probably far gone now isn’t he? Aaron thinks because he’s dropping in terms of endearments. 

Aaron smiles, leans down a little and dares himself to hold Robert’s hand on the bar. Robert grins almost automatically and then he’s repeating the question and making Aaron laugh.

“No I’m fine,” Aaron says, shaking his head and then standing up a little so he can whisper in Robert’s ear. “No more for you either.”

Robert rolls his eyes and then leans into Aaron, bumping their bodies together a little. “You’re no fun.” He declares, almost child like. 

Aaron sighs and then strokes Robert’s arm. “I can be fun later, if you’re still standing.”

Robert blushes, “Yeah?” Aaron nods in confirmation and then watches Robert neck back another pint without stopping.

“Easy there,” Aaron whispers, a smile on his face. “If you keep going at this rate you’ll have no idea where to stick it later.”

Robert’s eyes are all wide and he laughs before nearly falling over the stool.

Adam claps his hands together at the scene playing out in front of him, his best mate holding up his silly excuse of a fiancé. 

Aaron shoots him a look and then turns to his mum who’s trying to get everyone’s attention.

“The countdown’s going to start in a sec!” Chas yells over the noise in the pub, pint in her hand decorated with a pink curly straw bobbing around the top of it.

Aaron smiles, for a second forgets that he’s in a crowded pub and just thinks of everything instead. He honestly didn’t think he’d still be here now. He wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for -


He’s laughing at himself for how drunk he is and Aaron’s smiling at him because it’s all so endearing. It’s weird to think of a time where Robert was just this closed book, this enigma that Aaron had fallen in love with.

Robert’s pacing himself with yet another pint and Aaron’s letting him, for now. 

“Ya hear that babe?” Robert slurs his words and then he’s trying to wrap a hand around Aaron’s neck. “The countdown.” He smiles, eyes all hazy with merriness. 

Aaron nods, tries to wriggle out of the hold Robert has on him. “Yeah Rob, the count -”

"I love you.” Robert blurts out softly, too softly and Aaron pulls a face because he can’t hear above the music. “I LOVE YA.”

Robert yells and then Chas is doing this little warm expression and looking at them. 

Aaron flushes red and then nods. “Yeah I know you do, no need to shout it mate.” He teases gently.

Robert frowns harshly, “I’d shout it from the - the - uh, what do they call -”

“From the rooftops.” Aaron fills in, makes Robert smile like a little boy. 

“I do. I love ya.” Robert mumbles, moved closer and holds at Aaron’s waist without caring who sees. “I - love everything about ya." 

Aaron scoffs and then his mum is ringing the bell. 

Robert suddenly stands and then he’s grabbing Aaron by the wrists. "Aaron, I love your - your eyes.”


Aaron rolls his eyes, can hardly hear his drunk fiancé over the sound of everyone chanting. 

“I love your - your arms!” Robert shouts over everyone, he doesn’t care, he’s letting all his inhibitions go as he tightens a grip on Aaron’s arms. “They’re so big.” He says, voice trying to be sexy and slow. 


“I love your - your hair! It’s so fucking fluffy sometimes with all those curls that you -”

Aaron pulls a hand over Robert’s mouth and laughs.

“You’re so drunk.” Aaron laughs, places a hand on Roberts chest.


“I love you smile, so much.” 

Aaron smiles even wider, wants to please Robert if he can.


"And - and your scruff. You little - little beard.” Robert holds Aaron’s face and squeezes it, making the younger man pull away and telling him to do one.


“I love - love your heart.” That makes Aaron let out a little shaky breath because Robert practically collapses into his chest and he’s all teary eyed.

“Robert you idiot, you’re so bladdered!” Aaron remarks, shakes his head loving.


“And your - your little - little height.” Robert slurs, steps forward that little bit it’s and then Aaron’s saying, “Do one,” one more time. 


“I love your strength,” Robert whispers like he finally realises that he needs to and then Aaron’s laughing against him.


“Love your laugh too. It’s so fucking beautiful." 


"And your neck, the way I can suck on it when -”

Robert feels Aaron place a hand on his mouth yet again and he laughs until it’s dropped by Aaron.

Public Rob,” Aaron hisses in his ear playfully. 


“I just fucking love ya.” Robert yells, smiles a little as Aaron catches his breath and then hears everyone shouting ‘happy new year’ before Aaron smashes their mouths together and they both nearly fall back on the stool as Adam wolf whistles at them.

Robert pulls back first, all breathless and surprised that Aaron just kissed him in public.

“Happy new year Robert.” Aaron says, shakiness in his tone as he holds onto Robert’s jumper and forgets the world. 

Roberts barely standing straight, drunk out of his mind and yet he knows for sure that he loves Aaron and that it’s going to be a happy year. It has to be.

“Happy new year.” Robert says, smiling a little as he speaks and then he’s gripping onto Aaron and planting a sloppy kiss on his neck.

Aaron smiles shyly, “Love ya,” he whispers. “You drug git.” He adds playfully, holding Robert a little tighter towards him because - he loves him so much it aches a little inside to think of a second without him near. 

Robert laughs at that before watching Aaron lean over and hug his mum, hug his best mate and he stands there (tries to at least) and feels nothing but this buzzing sense of warmness travel through him.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.