#fc liverpool

you were skinny, much smaller than him and he had discovered very early in your relationship that he could basically carry you around whenever he wanted. so naturally, once he discovered that you never heard the end of it.

one evening, you were standing in the kitchen trying to reach a plate from the top shelf when you suddenly felt two hands settle around your waist.

“hugo.”

“hello!”

“don’t even–”

before you could finish, he lifted you effortlessly, making you squeak and grab onto his shoulders.

“hugo!”

he laughed, lowering you back down after a second.

“what?”

“you can’t just pick me up whenever you feel like it.”

“i absolutely can, and you needed something too high.”

“you could just give it to me since you're tall enough to take it!” you rolled your eyes and went back to what you were doing without the plate.

a few minutes later, while you were walking past him, he grabbed your waist again with both hands and pulled you against him.

“again?”

“i like holding you.”

his hands stayed comfortably around your waist, his thumbs resting against your sides while he looked down at you with that ridiculously pleased expression.

“you’re so obsessed.”

“it’s my favorite place.”

you laughed and tried to step away but he held you there for another moment before letting you go.

the next morning, you were both getting ready to leave when hugo decided he had forgotten how normal couples behaved, you were putting your shoes on when he walked behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you clean off the floor.

“hugo!”

he laughed as you immediately started protesting.

“put me down.”

“no.”

“why?”

“i don't want to.”

he carried you across the room for a few steps and put you down.

“you’re ridiculous,” you glared at him.

“you love it.”

“mhh, maybe.”

his grin became enormous so you pushed his shoulder lightly.

“don’t get excited.”

later that afternoon, he found you lying across the couch, scrolling through your phone.

he stood there looking at you then suddenly leaned over and lifted you over his shoulder like you weighed absolutely nothing.

“the fuck? put me down!”

“where are we going?”

“i don’t know, you’re the one carrying me idiot!”

he laughed and adjusted his grip carefully, one arm securing your legs while his other hand rested against your side.

“you’re actually like a little backpack, it reminds me of my childhood years.”

you laughed and he put you back on the couch, sitting beside you and pulling you against his chest, both hands settling around your waist again.

“you really like doing that,” you pinched his cheek.

“yeah.”

“why?”

“i don’t know, i just like when we’re close,” he looked almost embarrassed by the answer.

“that’s actually cute.”

“don’t tell anyone!”

you laughed and rested your head against his chest. “your secret is safe don't worry.”