A/N Again the disclaimer. I do not know personally anyone mentioned. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)
It's the first day of the New Year. After all the little turbulences of last night's party you spent the night with Grant in your house and you're still having a deep, calm and restful sleep when it's almost ten AM.
Grant has already woken up and he went to the kitchen to make you breakfast. He didn't want to wake you as you're still sleeping profoundly. When he returns to the bedroom with breakfast you're still asleep.
He puts down the tray and instead of waking you up he just goes back to the bed, lying down next to you. He makes a gentle caress over your hair while looking at you sleeping peacefully. 'So beautiful and sweet.' He thinks to himself, smiling. He keeps his soft caresses over your hair, always looking at you in a tender way, almost like he's watching over you and protecting you.
Half an hour later you finally wake up. The first thing you see when you open your eyes is Grant's face right in front of you, with a sweet smile on his lips.
"Hey, sleeping beauty." He smiles fondly. "Good morning."
You smile lazily at him. "Hey, gorgeous. Good morning." You kiss lightly his lips.
"How are you?" He pulls you into his arms, in a warm snuggle. "Slept all you wanted to?"
"Yeah, but I guess I could still sleep some more. Every time I sleep with you by my side I sleep like a baby. I guess you make me feel safe..." You smile shyly.
Grant grins. "Good. That's what I want. Hope you are also feeling hungry now... Some of the stuff is probably already cold but..." He smiles looking at the tray with the food.
You look the same way and you realize he made you breakfast. "Oh, Grant. You made me breakfast?"
"Yeah, like half an hour ago. But when I returned here you were still sleeping so peacefully that I didn't want to wake you, so I just lied down here again next to you and waited for you to wake."
Before you say anything you just look at him with visibly touched by his words. "I love you." You finally say before kissing him.
"Love you too, babe. Now sit up, I'll get the food." He kisses you again and then stands up to pick up the tray.
You sit up on the bed and sits next to you, with the tray on his lap. He starts by feeding you a strawberry, taking it to your mouth.
You accept it and you grin. "Delicious. But I'm not ill, you know? I can feed myself."
"Yeah, you can but today I want to take care of you. Like you always do for me." He hands you the orange juice.
"I do?" You look at him amused while you drink the juice.
Grant nods seriously. "Yes, you do. Don't think I don't notice or appreciate it. I do. You're the best girlfriend ever."
"Oh." You smile sweetly at him. "You're the best boyfriend ever too. Look at this." You point to the food.
"Yeah, you deserve only the best."
"That's why I have you." You tease him.
Grant laughs almost embarrassed by the compliment. "Oh, thanks." He leans his head against yours and adds, "It's so good to see you smiling like that, your mind free of worries..."
You smile. "Yeah, I like it too, believe me." You take a strawberry to his lips. "Have you eaten already?"
"No... Or do you really think this industrial amount of food is all for you?" He giggles.
You laugh and you spent the rest of the breakfast feeding each other, smiling at each other and sharing kisses.
When you are finished you both stand up.
Grant grabs the tray to take it back to the kitchen. You are going to the bathroom to take a hot shower. In the meantime you receive a message from Nate saying that he had forgotten the keys inside the house and asking if you were home so you could open him the door. Not even a couple of minutes later, the doorbell rings.
You are almost naked getting ready for shower so you shout to Grant, who's in the kitchen and also closer to the door. "Hey, can you open that for me? Don't worry, it's Nate, he just told me he forgot the keys."
"Sure!" Grant replies back at you.
You go to the bathroom while downstairs Grant opens the door.
Expecting to see Nate, Grant opens the door carelessly. "Ha! So, forgot the k..." He immediately shuts up when he sees it's not Nate. In front of him there's a man and woman in their late forties or early fifties.
For some moments Grant stares at the couple and the couple stares at Grant.
Finally the man speaks. "Who are you?" He asks frowning and looking suspiciously at Grant and his outfit. Grant is only wearing a t-shirt and his boxers. The woman looks curiously at him.
"I'm..."
Before Grant answers the man asks another question. "Where's my daughter?" The man has now a threatening expression and he walks past Grant, getting inside the house. The woman follows him and makes an apologetic smile to Grant.
Suddenly Grant realizes he's in front of your parents. He closes the door and takes a deep breath, thinking to himself, 'shit. God help me with this...'
"So, where is she? And who are you? Nate's boyfriend? Can't you speak?" You father raises an eyebrow.
"Oh, calm down. Let the boy actually speak." Your mother continues smiling, which confuses Grant. Why is she all nice? She adds, "You're Grant, right?"
Grant scowls. He knows you haven't told about you two to your parents. He eventually nods. "Yes, ma'am. Grant Gustin. Pleased to meet you..." He extends his hand and your mother shakes hands with him, introducing herself and your father.
You father has his eyes opened wide. He looks at your mother then at Grant and then back at your mother. "What...? Care to explain? Do you know him?"
Your mother shakes her head smiling. "Silly man. He's our daughter's client. Besides, you would recognize him if instead of looking for parts for your clients you looked for actors for the parts." Your mother jokes, referring to their almost complementary jobs, your dad being an agent and your mother being a casting director.
Your father squints his eyes looking at Grant. "Oh really? Then explain me why our daughter's client is in her house in this... oh so casual outfit," he smirks looking at Grant's boxer shorts, "in the morning of the first day of the year."
Grant blushes embarrassed and tries to find something to say but everything that comes to his mind sounds lame.
Your mother is already guessing what is happening so she changes the topic back to you. "So, is our daughter here? We were coming to wish her a late happy birthday in person and a happy New Year, since we didn't get to see her yesterday..."
Grant nods. "Yeah, she was going to shower but let me see if she can come downstairs now." He's relieved he can disappear from your parents' sight and he rushes upstairs to get you.
You father looks in awe to your mother. "Really? What's going on here? Has he just said he was going to get our daughter from the shower?!"
You mother shrugs with a smile. "Stop being so dramatic. They are young... And oh, he's so cute and his embarrassment so adorable. Maybe we should have called first instead of just showing up like this..."
You father seems even more shocked. "What...? He's the actor with the gay dog, right? Are you saying that... No... He's probably Nate's boyfriend... But... Our daughter? It can't be... No..."
"No to what? Grant is not gay. And Nate is not even here. Weren't you even the one always bugging our daughter about getting a boyfriend? So what's the surprise?" You mother giggles.
Your father shakes his head like he's offended. "Taking advantage of our little girl? Our baby? When he returns downstairs I swear I'm gonna kill him."