#billyhargrove

He had delicately broken down his items; from clothes to dish sets, blankets and bathroom supplies. Your boxes simply had your name on the outside, as they consisted of a mess of different things. Hastily packed from your childhood bedroom.

Your day had been busy, full of trying to set up dressers and tables and rearranging the bed until you both settled on a perfect spot. The walls were still bare, and you only had four forks and a spoon in the kitchen drawer, but it was comfortable.

"We didn't get a can opener," He grumbled from next to you, his dirty blonde curls pulled back into a ponytail. His hair was damp from the shower you had both clambered out of, "Do you think we can eat it without sauce?"

"Don't worry," You pushed him aside gently as you held up a butter knife with one hand, reaching for the can with the other, "I've got this." You grinned teasingly.

"No," He replied quickly as he pulled the can back to his chest quickly, "You don't have this." He shook his head as he removed the butter knife from your fingers a second later, making you grin.

"What's the worst that could happen?" You asked him playfully, taking a step back as the water in the pan began to boil rougher.

"You lose your hands." He said with a laugh, shaking his head as he stirred the vegetables in the other pan. You thought about it for a moment.

"True," You nodded along, "But I get the can open, so that's a plus." You sent him a playful wink, biting back your own smile.

"You're funny," He hummed, eyeing you for a moment before he jerked his chin towards the living room, "I think I have a handheld one in the kitchen box."

"The knife will be faster." You mumbled softly as you walked past him, letting your fingers drift along his waist as you did so. You yelped as his hand shot out, smacking against your backside.

"Not a chance." His lips were curled into a smirk before he turned back to the pan on the stove. You shook your head as you placed your hands on your knees, bending low to examine the labels on the boxes.

The tape came off easily from the box, choosing to stick to your skin instead of the box. You scoffed as you struggled to pull it off, frowning at the leftover sticky feeling that clung to your fingertips.

You paused as you caught movement from the corner of your eye, something small and fast. You furrowed your eyebrows together, confirming the speck wasn't a piece of leftover tape before a shriek left your lips.

"Billy!" You yelped as you began to scurry away, moving backwards as your pulse quickened against the side of your neck. Your body felt limp, consumed with fear as you thought about it rushing towards you.

"What?" He asked, sounding as frantic as you felt as he was suddenly next to you. His hands fell to your sides, tugging you up towards your feet as you pointed towards the spot where the beast had stopped at.

"There's a spider," You squeaked out, trying to keep your arms from flailing about as it seemed to glower at you from the corner of the room, "Oh my God, it's moving." You shook your hands, turning quickly so you were hiding behind him.

"It's a spider." His eyebrows were crinkled in confusion as he turned towards you, blue eyes flashing in amusement as you held your arms tightly to your chest. Spiders could be dangerous, mean. And you wanted nothing to do with them.

"It's moving!" You shrieked, watching in horror as he moved towards where the culprit was. You didn't get much time to protest before he was catching it in his hand, caging it in his palms, "Be careful!" You told him seriously, trying not to wince at the thought of the spider's legs against his skin.

"It's a little spider," He replied dryly, "Can you get the door?" He asked you, looking down at his hands calmly as you rushed towards the balcony doors. You nearly tumbled onto the floor, your socks sliding against the tiled floors behind your balanced yourself.

"I'm fine," You promised, smiling sheepishly as you slid the door open for him. You winced at the feeling of the cool air slammed into you, prickling your cheeks as he stepped outside, "Be careful."

"Wouldn't want to drop him in the wind," He teased as he held his hand out gently, letting the spider crawl from his palm and onto the railing, "He might fly back at you."

"That's not funny." You told him seriously, taking a step to the left to protect yourself in case that did happen. You were sure you'd collapse to the floor, your heart unable to deal with that thought.

"Kinda is," He smirked as he walked back through the doorway, "He was the size of your pinky." He teased as he gave your chin a little squeeze, making you grumble.

"Did you see his fangs?" You asked seriously, "He was terrifying." You said seriously, hoping the spider wouldn't get any bright ideas to create webs on your balcony.

"Mhm," He shook his head, grinning softly, "Scaredy cat. He was innocent." He retorted as he knelt over, gripping the can opener before he headed back to the kitchen. You trudged along behind him, sure that there would be more spiders to follow.

"Until he lays eggs, and they take over the apartment," You replied, shivering as a chill raced through your body, "Is it almost done?"

"Almost." He hummed in agreement, giving the can a good shake before he added it into the hot pan. You took a step back, keeping yourself a safe distance from the heat.

You turned for a moment, popping the fridge open as you took a quick examine of it. Inside rested a six pack, an opened can of Coke, a gallon of milk, a stick of butter and a bag of grapes. Looks like there was just one option for snacks.

"You want one?" You questioned, grinning as he nodded his head in agreement, "Catch!" You briefly warned him before you tossed the grape in his direction.

He moved with surprising speed, his lips parted as he caught it effortlessly. You clapped your hands, feeling impressed at how quick he reacted.

"Ah, see," He grinned as he held his hands out, cocking his eyebrows as you cheered for him, "I can do more things with my mouth." He teased, eyes filling with mischief as you popped two grapes into your mouth.

"You already got your fun for the night," You reminded him, "We set up the furniture." You grinned, listening as he snorted in response.

"Highlight of my life." He mumbled, giving his head a little shake before he went back to stirring the pan. You peeped over his shoulder, getting a quick glance at what was left before the timer to his left went off.

"I'll get it!" You told him excitedly, curious as to what the cobbler he had baked would taste like. He had briefly mentioned it was an old recipe, most likely his mom's, but wouldn't get into much detail over it.

"Wait-," He stopped you, gripping your hand tightly as his blue eyes snapped towards yours, "Oven mitt." He reminded calmly, giving you a little grin before he placed a kiss along your knuckles.

"Oh," You nodded your head along, smiling sheepishly at how your excitement overpowered everything else, "Yeah, that might be helpful." You shrugged it off, sure that you would've remembered before you stuck your hand in the oven. Maybe.

You carefully pulled it out once your fingers were safely covered, your eyes widening as you inspected the golden-brown crust. You were sure there were little sugar flakes on it too, making your mouth water at the thought.

"I want a slice." You said as you glanced towards him, wondering if you could convince him to have dessert first. This was your place, you could surely do whatever you wanted.

"It's too hot." He said with a laugh as he turned the burners to the stove off. Everything else looked good too, but the pie smelt amazing.

"It's worth it," You told him seriously, "It looks incredible." You complimented, resisting the urge to cut into it.

"Thanks," He smirked as he leaned against the counter, "I guess I'm good at that too." He added cockily, twisting his rings around his fingers as you took a step towards him.

"Take your ego down a notch," You laughed as you poked his side, "But you are." You nodded softly, smiling as you leaned forward to press your lips against his.

"Stop the car," you demand harshly and Billy chuckles in disbelief, glancing over at your angry face.

The two of had just had a tiny argument and have been sitting in silence for the past 10 minutes. The two of you are too stubborn to apologize first.

"What?" he mumbles out, one hand on the steering wheel.

"Stop the car," your voice grows louder. Billy sighs with annoyance and pulls over on the side of the road, applying the brakes. As soon as the car comes to a stop, you unbuckle and make haste getting out of his car.

Billy scoffs with disbelief as you start to walk down the road, the chilly air smacks you in the face.

"Y/n, get back in the car!" Billy's voice booms out from the car as you march down the road, arms crossed over your chest.

"No," you retort back harshly. Billy lets out a sigh and lifts his foot off the gas, car following beside you.

"Your ass looks good," Billy comments, eyes glancing up and down your body.

"Shut up!" you snap back, glaring back at him. Billy swears he can see the smoke hissing out from your ears as the tips of ears grow red from the coldness.

You can see your own breath in the air, arms clutched to your chest tightly, trying not to let the cold slamming against you affect you.

"You're gonna freeze out there," his voice softens, a hint of concern.

"I don't care," you reply back. Billy runs his tongue over his bottom lip, before pushing on the brakes and putting his car in park. He climbs out of his car, slamming the door behind him.

His boots click on the empty road as he catches up to you, hands grabbing onto your waist and spinning you around. You scoff as you become trapped in Billy's arms, bodies pressing together.

"Hey...stop. I'm sorry," Billy speaks sternly, eyes locking onto yours. His breath smells of cigarettes and mints as he leans closer to yours, lips inches away.

It's like he's tempting you with his soft, kissable lips.

"Are you actually sorry?" you cock an eyebrow, testing him. A smirk dances along his face and he nods his head, a genuine expression on his face.

"Yes, y/n. I am very sorry, pretty girl. I didn't mean to make you feel that way," Billy explains softly, hands cupping your cheeks. He presses his soft lips against yours in a wet, but soft kiss.

His mustache tickles against your lips as your lips melt together in harmony. Your hands reach out to his denim jacket, gripping onto it and he leans more into the kiss.

Billy won't ever admit it, but he loves it when you grip onto his jacket so desperately.

You close your eyes, butterflies forming in your stomach from the kiss as Billy slowly pulls away from you.

"Ok, you're forgiven and I'm sorry too," you chuckle out with amusement.