#quiffedluke

dating calum meant hearing his alarm tone, the sound of a xylophone, waking you from your (and his) slumber at 5:15 am -- monday through friday because he had practice at 6 am (on saturdays, the same xylophone alarm went off a little bit later, because on saturdays, he had practice at 7 am instead). dating calum meant not going back to sleep when you heard his alarm tone (like your body desperately wanted you to), but rather, waking up with him at the absurdly early hour and going through the motions of getting ready with him (because as much as you wanted to still be in bed, continuing to sleep without him was just time you could’ve been spending with him wasted). dating calum meant spending hours of your free time in the bleachers while he trained, watching him travel back and forth across the pool (which, admittedly, wasn’t so bad once the day wore on and you got over how early you’d woken up). dating calum ultimately meant living by his training schedule, which was one that didn’t allow for much “hang out” time. dating was hard as it was, but dating an olympian was even harder. dating an olympian meant that you two weren’t like normal couples, where you two could come home to each other after a day of classes or a day at the office, but still, you wouldn’t have traded your relationship with calum for anything. dealing with all the early nights and even earlier mornings was all worth it to see his hard work lead him, first, to the olympics, and then, to a gold medal. and if the cameras caught you leaping out of your seat when the announcer declared he’d finished first, caught you crying when he came over to tightly hug you after his race, caught you crying even harder when he tossed you the medal ceremony bouquet and then mouthed “i love you” to you...well, you were alright with making a spectacle of yourself.

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Your head rests on Luke’s shoulder as you both sit on the curb of Main Street watching the fireworks light up the sky above Cinderella’s castle. You’d spent the entire day getting in touch with your inner kid, posing for pictures with all the characters and screaming and giggling your heads off as you rode all the rides. You felt Luke shift by your side as the sky turns from red to green. Turning your head, you find Luke smiling down at you. “You’re suppose to be watching the fireworks, silly” you tease, a smile taking over your features. A laugh escapes Luke’s lips before he leans down to kiss your forehead. “It’s not my fault my girl’s the prettiest thing in Disney” he says, pulling you in closer to his side. “Right,” you say, rolling your eyes as Luke captures your lips with his own. Smiling into the kiss you feel your heart swell just as it does every time Luke makes his arms feel like home. As the finale begins, Luke pulls away, brushing a stray strand of hair off your cheekbone. His hand lingers as you rest your cheek against his palm. Fireworks reflect in the blue eyes of the boy you love as he begins to speak, “It might just be the Disney Magic getting to me,” his eyes shift to the final fireworks lighting up the sky and then back to your own, “but I honestly think you’re my happily ever after.” I wrote this forever ago and never ended up posting it so here it is!!