"Hey, Y/N." Tom, your boyfriend, says cheerfully over the phone.

     "Hey." You reply.

     "Uh-oh... I know that voice. What's wrong?" He asks, worry tinging his voice.

     "Don't worry about it, Tom. It's fine." You mutter, sinking a hand into your hair as you glare at your finals papers on the coffee table. You're in the process of studying for finals and you're beyond stressed out.

     "Y/N, you're my girlfriend and I love you. It's my job to worry about it." Tom says. You don't answer him. "Can I come over?" He asks.

     You rub your eyes. "I'd rather you didn't today, Tom." You answer.

     "Oh." He murmurs simply, trying not to sound hurt.

     "Yeah. I need to go." You declare.

     "Okay, honey, I love you." Tom tells you.

     "Bye." You say, before hanging up. You toss your phone onto the couch and sink your hands into your hair, groaning.

     "I can't do this." You whisper, staring at the mountain of finals papers. "Ugh." You moan, before reaching for the first set of papers.

     Thirty minutes later, your doorbell rings. You look up from your papers and your eyebrows furrow. You push yourself up off the couch and go to the door. You open it up and your eyes widen.

     "T-Tom, what are you doing here?!" You gasp. He stands at your front door with pizza and a bouquet of flowers.

     He grins cutely at you. "I need to cheer you up." He states. You let out a laugh. "Are you going to let me in? It's really cold out here." He says, slightly bouncing on his toes.

     "Oh! Come on." You say, ushering him in. Tom and you walk into the kitchen. Tom sets the pizza and flowers on the table and then turns to face you, pulling you tightly against him. He kisses you soundly on the lips.

     "So tell me, who do I need to punch?" He asks.

     "What?" You laugh.

     "Let me clarify: Who do I need to punch for making you have such a bad day?" Tom asks again.

     You frown and scratch the back of your head, before turning to look at your studying area. "Are you able to punch my finals?" You ask.

     Tom chuckles. "I wish." He answers. You look at him and sigh sadly.

     Tom cups your face and peers at you with concern. "Is that what's really getting to you?" He asks.

     You nod. "It's stupid, I know." You answer.

      "No, no, no, no, no. Of course not. It's not stupid, Y/N." He rushes to say. "Listen, why don't I help you with studying for your finals?" He asks.

     "Really?" You question, already perking up.

     "Of course!" Tom exclaims. He brushes the hair away from your face and smiles at you with so much love, your heart bursts.

     "We can eat pizza and study." He says, his eyes searching yours.

     You smile widely. "Oh, Tom. I love you so much." You sigh.

     He smiles back at you and kisses you gently. "I love you too." He returns.
[THE END] I hope you liked it!