"Nico come on, we're gonna be late if you're not ready yet." I called over my fiancé. He was in front of the dressing table mirror fixing his hair, which seemed perfect to me. He was brushing his hair repeatedly, unsure of how to keep it. Overall it was black but he dyed part of it red, since he likes to experiment. He was wearing a black and white suit, whereas I was wearing a gold and white suit. I just brushed my hair once and I didn't even think twice about it.

"I need to fix my hair, Will. Be patient." Nico replied. I walked over and sat on our bed, behind where Nico was fixing his hair.

"Your hair is perfectly fine Nico. Stop worrying. You look amazing." Nico hesitated, but stopped brushing his hair and took one last glance in the mirror. I caught a glimpse of the mirror and saw that he was blushing. It's really adorable how we're engaged and he still blushes when I compliment him. He turned around and walked up to me. "You really think so?" He said barely even audible. He looked at me in the eye, so he would know if I was lying or not.

It's because he grew up not having anyone to love him. With his mom and sister dead, and a father whose always traveling due to work and couldn't spend much time with him. He got bullied at school. He thought everyone hated him, especially since he's gay. He believed that no one loved him, sometimes he even questions if I even love him or not. And honestly, I can't blame him, but I wish he would understand how much I love him, and how much I would sacrifice for him.

"Of course baby. You always look amazing." I pulled him closer for a kiss. His lips tasted sweet like cinnamon. He immediately kisses me back and deepens the kiss. His lips and mine fight for dominance, but I win. I bite his lips and wrap my hands around him. "Mmm." He moans into my lips. His lips were soft and he smelled like lavender.

"Have you been using my soap?" I broke the kiss before we could get distracted any further. He turned away from me and walked back to the dressing table.

"No... " He opened a drawer and took out a pair of socks.

"I know you're lying, but I don't mind if you used it." I got off the bed and walked to our bedroom door. I opened it and turned around, "Nico, you ready yet?" He finished putting on his socks, "yeah," and walked out of the bedroom behind me.

We walked down the stairs to the hallway, and passed the kitchen, towards the front door. Honestly the thought that we share a house and we're getting married soon makes me smile. "You go and get into the car, I'm going to drink some water." I told Nico. I watched as Nico put on his black and white converse, "Nico, you don't wear a suit with converse." I commented.

He glared at me, "I wore a suit, don't push it." I frowned, "Nico, you wanted to wear a suit." He smiled, "exactly". He looked very amused, and adorable. He's so adorable when he's amused. "That doesn't make sense." I replied.

"You don't make sense." Came back Nico's childish response. I rolled my eyes and walked back to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I heard the front door open and close. Nico must have gone out to the car. After I drank it, I rinsed the glass and turned off all the lights. I walked back to the front door and put on my shoes, and decided against wearing a jacket.

I opened the front door and went outside. The fresh air felt great, even though it was quite chilly. I locked the door, then shoved the keys into my suit pocket. I started walking towards the car.

When I got to the car, I wasted no time getting inside and starting the car. Nico was still putting his seatbelt on, since he always insists to find a good song on the radio first. His mind is literally always on music. I swear to god he has never gone one day in his life without music. I put on my seatbelt just before we were about to leave. "Will, why didn't you bring a jacket? You're always telling me to bring a jacket you hypocrite." Nico said as I pulled away from our driveway.

"I'll be fine Nico." I reassured my fiance. We started driving away from our home to the city. It was a long way to go. "Will, are we going to make it? It's 5:00. I don't want to be late to our engagement party." Nico started to worry. This is just how he deals with being nervous. He starts to worry about how many things could possibly go wrong.

"Nico, everything is going to be okay. Just focus on the music, don't be nervous." I said.

Nico nodded and made the radio slightly louder but soon frowned, "I hate this song." It was a Taylor Swift song. "Then change it." I rolled my eyes. Damn, that boy. Hates Taylor Swift, yet I still love him.

Not saying that I'm a huge fan of her, but I guess she's alright. Nico kept skimming through the channels until he found one that was playing a song he actually liked. And it was a classic might I add. And by classic, I mean it was an emo classic.

Sugar We're Going Down by Fall Out Boy.

"Fuck yes, I love this song." Nico muttered under his breath. I looked at him, and he looked at me. "I know you do baby." He blushed the second he heard what I said. "Aw you look so cute when you blush." I said, trying to stay focused on the road.

"I am not cute." Nico protested. He always argues with me when I call him cute. He doesn't think he's attractive. When I first met him, he had no respect or love for himself. He was so isolated, and antisocial. But over the years that I've known him, he has changed a lot. He respects himself and is more social nowadays. But he still doesn't believe he's attractive. I have yet to convince him of that.

"Yes you are Nico. You just don't believe it." I told him. I want him to believe in himself, I need him to do this for himself. Nico looked down at the floor of the car, "I'm not cute Will. I'm just that one person whose always alone. I never had friends, and I pushed everyone who ever wanted to be friends with me away. Everyone hated me, I am not cute, I'm pathetic."

"Nico-" I tried to speak, but Nico cut me off," I'm sorry Will. I'm such a disgrace." I wish he'd at least believe in himself, and not dwell on what other people have said to him. He's not a disgrace, he's flawless. Well I mean technically he does have one flaw, the fact that he doesn't believe in himself, but that doesn't count.

"Nico, you're not a disgrace okay. You are beautiful and there's nothing wrong with you. It doesn't matter what anyone else says. Nico, I love you. I've loved you for so many years. I was and still am so happy that you said yes when I asked you to marry me. You're so flawless, and I know you can accomplish whatever you want to, but I wish you would trust and believe in yourself."

Nico stared at me in awe, "I love you too." I smiled and pecked him on his lips when we had to stop at a red light.

About an hour later we were almost at our destination, and we're actually on time. Nico fell asleep halfway through the ride, so I haven't bothered him. I left the radio on because he likes it that way. Falling asleep and waking up to music. Unless it's Taylor Swift or One Direction, or what he likes to call, 'shitty music.'

Don't tell him this, but I know that he is secretly okay with Taylor Swift and One Direction's music. He just says he doesn't like them, he hates them, because he doesn't give any fucks about mainstream music, and they're like the biggest mainstream artists and he hates that.

"Are we there yet?" An adorably sleepy voice asked, bringing me back from my thoughts. I turned my head to see Nico rubbing his eyes. He looked so adorable, especially in a suit. "No. We have like half an hour or something to go." I replied.

Nico soon occupied himself by skimming through the radio stations. He eventually found a station that was playing a song with listening to. And honestly, I'm amazed that he'll admit to liking this song, it's pretty mainstream in my opinion.

Starboy by The Weeknd ft. Daft Punk

"I can't wait until we get there. Will, I'm so bored." I chuckled, he usually loved long car rides, but I think he just wanted to go to the party. Apparently, Nico could be very fond of parties if he wanted to. Especially if it's in the city or some fancy place.

Yeah, shocking, I know. A man who wears suits with converse loves fancy things. He always tries to clean up his best. He's the one, out of us, who takes the longest to get ready for anything. His main priority is his hair, he loves to mess around and experiment with his hair.

"I can't wait either. I'm just so nervous." I told Nico. I saw Nico tense up. He always tenses up when I say I'm nervous about something because it makes him feel more nervous. I looked at him, "Nico, it's okay to be nervous. Just because we're both nervous, doesn't mean that something bad is going to happen." I saw Nico relax a little.

"You're right." He mumbled quietly. "I just can't help worrying. What if my father doesn't want to see me? What if-" I cut him off. I couldn't stand him still thinking that everyone hates him. "Nico, no one hates you, I'm sure your father would love to see you. Everyone's going to be there to celebrate us. We're getting married, Nico."

Nico nodded and kept fidgeting with his phone. "We have to be there soon or less we're going to be late Will." Nico told me. I looked at him and smiled, just for a split second before getting my eyes back on the road.

"We'll be there in time." I assured him, as he went back to skimming through the radio stations.