"Will, stop!" I squealed, laughs spilling out of both of our lips as he stood behind me, lips nipping at my neck and hands teasing my waist as he tickled me.

"Stop what, lass?" he smirked as his hands wandered to under his hoodie that I was wearing before wandering to the hemline of my underwear.

"You know what! I'm trying to cook YOUR breakfast!" I laughed loudly.

"Na, you're cooking OUR breakfast. And, I'd prefer something else, if I'm honest." He teased, his hands dipping into my underwear and holding my hips without the barrier of the fabric in the way. I smirked and shook my head as I turned the hob off and turned around in Will's arms. He returned the smirk and took the opportunity to hook his hands under my thighs and lift me to sit on the counter as he stood in between my legs.

"Aye, that's loads better." He nodded, a small smile tugging on his lips as he stared at my lips. I chuckled and shook my head.

"You're so fuckin' demanding, lad." I stated.

"Aye, but you love is anyway, don't you?" he asked.

"Course I do." I nodded.

"Still not as much as I love you, though." He whispered and shook his head. I bit my lip and smiled at him, my heart feeling full as I leant in and gently pressed our lips together. Will returned it, tightly gripping my waist with his large hands as I held his face and pulled him closer.

"I'm still going to take you over the eggs, lass." He mumbled, making me smirk and let my eyes flutter shut as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck.

I came out of the memory, my eyebrows furrowing at the feeling of wetness against my cheeks. I sighed and wiped the tears that had been provoked by the happy memory away. It was amazing to recall, sure, the pain came with the fact that it had been a long time since I had felt that happy with Will, and I knew that he felt the same way about me. I sat on the floor of our living room, my head rested against the floor-to-ceiling window as I looked over the drizzly streets of London and waited for Will to come home. And I was dreading it. Will and I had been dating for five years, and had been engaged for two of those years. Though we hadn't started planning a single aspect of the wedding, mainly because of the fact that we were falling out of love with each other. Yes, out of love. You always heard all of these stories about falling madly in love with your other half, and even bad break-ups, but nobody told you about what happened if you ever fell out of love with the person that you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with. And it was the worst feeling in the world. I couldn't pinpoint exactly when it was, all I knew was that it had been after Will had proposed. Maybe I couldn't pinpoint it because it hadn't been an immediate thing, like the flicking of a switch. No. It had been smaller changes, like Will's arm no longer curling around my waist in his sleep, or butterflies of love no longer filling my stomach whenever I saw a text from him. It was small things, like Will spending more time editing his videos and less time with me, or me spending another hour at a friend's house because I knew that I'd get home and would have nothing to talk about with my fiancé. Every change felt like a stab to the heart, especially as I knew what it was leading to. That was the bit that hurt. The fact that I had decided that when Will got home, I was giving the engagement ring back. It was something that I'd been putting off for months now, but both of us knew that it was coming. And at this point, prolonging it was just breaking my heart more. I looked up, my heart plummeting as I heard the front door open, and then close. Will walked in, looking just as down as I felt as he looked at me.

"Hey, pet, you okay?" he mumbled, barely giving me another glance as he put the bags of shopping that he had down on the counter. This is what I meant. The Will that I fell in love with would have come straight to me and offered a hand to help pull me up. The Will that I fell out of love with was just as emotionally exhausted as I was, and it showed.

"Not really." I admitted. He looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed.

"What's wrong, like?" he asked. I gulped, tears already pricking my eyes and my heart in my throat as I nervously fiddled with my fingers.

"I need to talk to you. And you're going to want to sit down for it." I nodded. His eyes wavered and he gulped, telling me that he knew exactly where I was going with this.

"Aye, right." He mumbled. I looked at him timidly, my heart beating so fast that I felt sick as we both sat on the sofa. I bit my lip and looked down, aware of Will's stare on me but refusing to meet it.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked.

"I think that you know." I stated as I looked at him. His eyes wavered, a tear leaving them and telling me that he did know as he looked down.

"I knew that this was coming." He admitted quietly. I nodded and harshly bit my lip in a weak attempt to stop more tears from falling.

"It's been coming for a long time, Will. We've both felt it, ever since you proposed. I don't know what happened, but something changed." I choked and shook my head. He looked down, tears starting to roll down his face as he nodded.

"I know. I thought that we'd figure out what, but we haven't. I don't know what happened either, lass, and I've been killing meself for the last year trying to figure it out." He admitted. I looked up at him.

"Will, I think that we just fell out of love." I shook my head, my voice barely audible. He nodded and gulped harshly, his eyes red and puffy as he looked at me.

"So, what do we do now? Where do we go from here? How do we fix this?" he choked. My eyes wavered.

"I don't think that we do." I admitted. His eyes widened.

"What?" he choked. I bit my lip so harshly that I tasted blood as I looked down at my engagement ring. Will followed my gaze, another choke leaving his lips.

"Y/N, pet, please don't." he shook his head as I gently pulled the ring off of my finger.

"Please, babe, give is a chance to fix this, I'm begging ya." He pleaded, tears streaming down his face as he looked at me.

"Will, you can't fix this." I shook my head. He choked, looking at me with absolutely broken eyes. I gulped and looked down.

"You can't fix this. You can't fix the fact that we no longer have anything to talk about. You can't fix the fact that we no longer have anything in common. You can't fix the fact that I stay with friends longer to avoid coming home, and that you edit videos for longer to avoid spending time with me. You can't fix that." I cried. Will just stared at me, nothing but sadness and defeat in his eyes.

"You can't fix the fact that we've both fallen out of love." I spoke. He gulped and looked down, biting his knuckle in what I assumed was an attempt to stop more tears from leaving his eyes. Not that it mattered now.

"So, what, is that just it? After five years together and two years engaged, it's over? Just like that?" he choked quietly. I bit my lip and looked at the boy, it being his turn to refuse to meet my gaze.

"I'm sorry, Will. I'm so, so sorry." I choked and shook my head.

"So am I." he nodded, his voice quiet and his gaze still on the floor. I sighed and gulped, gently putting my engagement ring on the sofa next to Will before standing up and grabbing my purse. I headed to the front door, tears still soaking my face as I looked back at Will. What I saw only broke me further. He was still sat on the sofa, head in his hands and his shoulders shaking slightly as he sobbed into his palms. I choked and bit my lip, my heart completely shattered at what I had just done. But I didn't know what else to do. There wasn't anything else to do. After all, we had fallen out of love. I opened the door and left the apartment, finally knowing what it was like after the happily ever after. And it was the worst feeling in the world.