This is the one-shot I sent to  MT_Reade 's Write it In Your Own Style Challenge. Go check them out! Their work is absolutely amazing!

Roman tapped the steering wheel in a rhythmic pattern over and over. "I swear if you tap that steering wheel one more time,  my irritation level is going to go through the roof. " Virgil joked. 

Seeing Roman's panicked expression, he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "There's no need to worry, Roman. I'm sure I'll love it. "

He received a long sigh in return. 

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Not before long,  Roman parked the car. Stepping out, he scrambled to the boot of the car, stacking the three boxes of Virgil's possessions. He lifted them up and staggered to the front of the doorstep, where Virgil was waiting. 

Virgil looked at the outside of the house in curiosity. It was two stories high and a nice beige colour. Rose bushes adorned the sides of doorstep, giving a pleasant aroma to the surroundings. The atmosphere was friendly and comforting. 

Swatting away the hand Virgil reached out in an attempt to help, Roman fished out his keys. He paused and placed the boxes down. "Just give me a moment, my love. " And he unlocked the door and slipped inside, leaving Virgil on the doorstep. 

Roman looked around frantically. Virgil's favourite MCR albums?  On the shelf and arranged in alphabetical order, just how he likes it. His favourite snack? Stocked up in the pantry. 

He scurried around the whole house hurriedly like that, checking and rechecking. "It has to be perfect." He muttered under his breath like a mantra, over and over. Of course it had to be perfect. If not, would Virgil still want to live with him? It had taken him months to persuade him to live with him and he was not going to screw this up. 

While he was adjusting the stack of movie DVDs that Virgil loved, the door opened. Virgil had been waiting outside for the past 10 minutes and though he wanted to respect whatever Roman was doing in there, his curiosity got the best of him. 

"Honey? What are you doing? " He asked, feet stepping onto the marble floor. Looking around, he saw his boyfriend scrambling around, adjusting items and muttering under his breath.

"Are… are you okay? " He walked up to Roman and rubbed his arms comfortingly. 

Roman shook his head vigorously. "No.. No! Everything is a mess!" Virgil looked around the room. Lavender curtains were drawn aside to reveal a wall of floor to ceiling windows, showing off the beautiful garden behind it. A modern L-shape beige sofa was placed on the wall beside it and on the sleek black coffee table in front of it, was a stack of Virgil's favourite DVD movies. 

He gestured towards the beautiful room. "Roman, I love it. You didn't need to try so hard. It looks amazing no matter what because I know you decorated with love. "

Roman looked into Virgil's dark brown eyes. "Really? "

"Really. "