Your POV:

You and your boyfriend Walker were at the mall. You being your flat-footed self, your feet started to hurt after a half hour.

"Walker, slow down!" You limped.

"Sorry Y/n! I'm just so excited to go to Barnes and No-" he turned around to see you limping. "What's wrong?!?"

"Nothing, my feet just hurt." You shrug.

"Uh huh sure" he rolled his eyes. "Let me help you" he starts to lift you bridal style.

"Er....um thanks?" A slight British accent comes out. I mean considering you lived there from 3 years old to 8, it's pretty present. As much as you dislike it.

"No problem. I'll call Leena and ask if she can pick us up." He sets you down on a bench. "Hey Leena! Are you busy? No, perfect! We're at the mall, can you com-. Yes I mean Y/n. Leena, you have to stop fangirling. Alright thanks, bye."

You giggled softly. You knew how much Leena shipped you two.

"I've got to text my mom real fast." You say and pull out your phone.

Le Texts:

Y/n 🐾🎶

Hey mom! Walker and I are leaving the mall now!

Mom ✨
Okay! Be safe!

Hey y'all! I'm not too sure how I feel about this one, soooooo I might edit!

Also I see you judgy people, so like calm down. I'm trying to get over some fangirling mhmkay?