Dallas had always been pretty confident in himself, but he had never dressed up for anyone with the exception of halloween maybe once or twice. He was little bit nervous as he walked to Declan and his room, wearing long coat to conceal his outfit. He took long strides to the door taking a moment outside to calm himself before slowly turning the doorknob and pulling it open. Once he was inside Dallas leaned up against the wood behind him, causing the door to shut with a small click. Dallas' gaze soon found Declan, chewing his lip as he undid the buttons on his coat before dropping the fabric to the floor. "I dressed up for you." He whispered.

Dallas was slightly terrified of Declan's text, the words he used were incredibly vague, allowing Dallas' mind run wild with the possibilities. Even though he felt like he and Declan were in a good place, he couldn't help but worry at times. It was hard to love someone so much that it physically hurt sometimes, but Dallas wouldn't trade it for anything. Dallas hurried down the hall towards Declan's room, trying not to let his mind think of anything but his steady breaths. As soon as he reached the familiar door he wondered why they even had separate rooms. it wasn't like anyone didn't know what they did. They were very open about those sort of things.  He shook his head, letting his brain clear before pushing the door open slowly. Immediately seeing Declan, Dallas closed the door with his back, pressing himself up against the door as he tried to find the words. His back rested against the door as Dallas chewed his lip before finally vocalizing himself. "Hey." 

When Dallas first got Declan's text message he had rolled his eyes, thankful that he hadn't actually been there. Declan was obviously drunk and wanted a good fuck, and who was Dallas to turn him down? He never had before and he wasn't about to start any time soon. Dallas worked his way down the long hallway, stopping in front of the door for a moment before opening it and slipping into the room. He remembered being in a very similar situation like this only a short while before, except their roles had been reversed. Turning around to the bed swiftly, Dallas spotted Declan before smirking to himself. "Hello, love." He said softly.

Dallas had plenty of tattoos, he wasn't worried about the pain or what his mother would say. Maybe he wasn't worried at all, just anxious. When Declan had asked him if he wanted to get matching tattoos, Dallas had known he wanted to. He wanted to share everything with Declan, no matter what it was. There was something about this decision that made Dallas feel so much better in general about his relationship with Declan. Tattoos were permanent, and so were they. It's not like Dallas didn't know this before, but it was still nice. Dallas walked down the sidewalk, searching for the tattoo place Declan had talked about. He had already gotten lost at least three times in Australia, but this time he had his phone, AKA GPS, so it wouldn't be nearly as bad if history repeated itself. Finally reaching the small place, Dallas pulled open the door, immediately spotting Declan already inside. He walked up to him, sporting a wide smile as he took Declan into him arms. "Hey babe." He greeted as he pulled away.

Dallas looked down at Declan, watching as his wrist was pinned to the wall. "Yes I heard what i said and I don't regret it either. Just because you say that it doesn't make anything okay." He said firmly, struggling slightly against Declan's hold.

When Dallas had first gotten the text last night from Declan the first thing he had done was get a plane ticket home. He hadn't always been such a worrier, but then again Dallas hadn't had a lot of people to worry about before Declan. Dallas threw his small bag over his shoulder and thanks the cab driver before paying him, smiling and waving before walking into the hotel and straight to the elevators. He pressed the button to Declan's floor and waited patiently for the elevator to reach it, tapping his foot rhythmically. Since Declan and Dallas had met each other they probably hadn't been separated for more than a day at a time, if that. It was a little weird to have been apart for so long, even if it was just four days. Dallas definitely missed Declan, he had hated being away from him, even though he was home. As soon as the elevator doors opened, Dallas jogged out of the elevator, almost hitting a elderly woman in the process. The halls were virtually empty surprisingly, so Dallas had little problems reaching Declan's room. He tried to gather himself before he knocked, combing his hand through his hair before hitting lightly on the cold wood.

Even though cuddling seemed like something couples did all the time, the married couple rarely ever cuddled. Which made a lot of sense when you thought about how much sex they had. Not that Dallas was complaining but he liked cuddling too, surprisingly. Although he liked pretty much anything when he did it with Declan. Which might be construed as a bit creepy, but Dallas couldn't bring himself to care very much. He quickly made his way down the hall and to Declan's room, wondering why he didn't just share the room with Declan in the first place as he knocked on the hard wood. Dallas stood there nervously for a short moment before Declan opened the door. Dallas immediately leaned in to kiss him, leaving a small peck on the corner of Declan's lips.

Dallas was a bit worried for Declan, he had been rather cryptic in his tweet and Dallas didn't know how to feel. He had no choice but to let his mind wander, thinking of the worst instinctually before anything else. His heart felt like hit might pop out of his chest or up through his throat at any moment. The anxiety was slightly killing him as he took long strides down the hotel's hallway, reaching Declan's room in record time. Dallas leaned against the wooden doorframe, slowly running a hand through his hair, trying to conceal how unsettled he felt. Taking a deep breath, Dallas knocked on the door lightly. A small smile took over his features as he saw Declan, instantly feeling calmer in his presence. Dallas leaned forward, kissing Declan lightly before standing up straight and scanning his face. "Hey." He spoke softly, trying to figure out how Declan felt just by the emotions he was wearing on his face. "What's wrong?" He asked, sounding a lot more calm than he thought he could.