"There you go love," you smiled warmly, laying the plate down in front of Roger, planting a loving kiss to his temple.

The two of you had made breakfast as you did every weekend, but you offered to dish up whilst he laid the table. After you'd handed him his breakfast, you moved to the opposite side of the table to take your seat with your plate of greasy food. Neither of you had been bothered to get dressed yet seen as you had no plans to leave the loft today. Roger wore his pyjama bottoms whilst you had his boxers and shirt on.

Within seconds of sitting down on the dining chair, you'd begun to shovel and heaped forkful of eggs and bacon into your mouth. As you raised your eyes from your plate, you noticed Roger smiling at you, having not picked up his knife and fork yet.

"What?" You said through all of the food that you'd just shoved into your mouth, making the work be distorted.

He couldn't help but laugh as a piece of egg slipped from between your lips, falling back onto your plate.

"Nothing," he laughed.

"What?" You asked, swallowing your food before rubbing the back of your hand against your mouth to remove any food remnants.

Roger rolled his eyes, a smile still prominent on his face. "I don't know. I just can't believe how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're eating breakfast in my shirt," he smiled. "Well my shirt is wearing your breakfast."

Looking down you could see a smear of grease from some food you'd dropped down yourself. Sometimes you wondered how Roger could like you let alone want to date you, you were a disaster and a mess, now was one of the least messy moments of your life.

"What can I say?" You shrugged. "I'm passionate about breakfast."

"I can tell."

Roger took a mouthful of his food whilst you continued to eat yours as well, but you were far messier.

"Do you actually want to eat that?" He laughed. "Most of it is getting on the floor."

You shot him a glare. "I've barely dropped any."

"Maybe we should get a dog. We'd never have to feed him, he'd be well fed off of your scraps."

"Cheeky sod," you commented rolling your eyes at him.

"I love you Y/N."

"I love you too Roger."

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Written by Charlotte.

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