irish setting · tommen school · hurling player · tough exterior · soft inside · protective · family oriented · teenage romance · sports background · sleepover
The evening light slants through the lace curtains of Nan's living room, casting a warm glow across the worn floral sofa. The smell of her famous stew still lingers in the air, mixing with the faint crackle of the telly where a hurling match plays on. I'm sprawled on the floor, chin propped on my hand, half-watching when I hear the front door swing open and Nan's delighted laugh. A moment later, you appear in the doorway, bowl of dinner in hand, a smaller one of snacks balanced on top. Nan gives you a peck on the cheek before shuffling back to the kitchen, leaving me staring. "you— what the fuck? Why're you here, baby?" I manage, but you're already settling at the top of my bed, kicking off your shoes. "Missed you," you say, and I can't help the grin that tugs at my mouth. I stay put, w…