I won't give in. (Denis Shaforostov, Asking Alexandria)[NOT EDITED]

(A/N: Fun fact: all of the chapter titles are AA songs, and in the beginning I had them relate to the chapter, but then I ran out of ones that connected with chapters. But I don't want to change the names of my chapters, or repeat songs, so from here to the end, the chapter titles have no correlation to the story. Whoops. I didn't plan ahead.)

Nova-

I woke up early the next morning to start cooking and getting ready.

Denis's sister would be at the house around three, which left me just enough time.

I slipped out of Denis's arms and made my way to the kitchen where I began to cook the meal for tonight.

I stood, cooking the pasta and vegetables when Denis finally got up around noon.

"Hey." He smiled, kissing my cheek.

"Good morning." I smiled, continuing my cooking.

"Anything I can help with?" He asked.

"I love you, so don't take this the wrong way, but stay out of the way." I laughed.

"Oh come on I can totally help."

"Denis the only time you cooked for me you burned the food." I laughed.

"You didn't say it was bad." He crossed his arms.

"I was being polite."

He made a pouty face.

I pressed a light kiss to his lips.

"Can you go pick out something for me to wear? And then you go get ready?" I bit my lip.

He nodded.

"Anything for you." He smiled, going to our room and getting ready.

I finished cooking when he finished getting ready.

"Your outfit is laid out on our bed." Denis smiled as he walked out of the room.

His hair was perfectly tousled, and he was wearing jeans, boots, a grey shirt, and his necklace that he never takes off.

I nodded.

"Could you set the table?" I asked.

"Yeah." He chuckled at how stressed I was.

"Thanks." I kissed his cheek as I scurried by him and into our room to get ready.

I threw on the outfit he had laid out and looked in the mirror.

My hair fell in its usual waves, I had on one of Denis's flannels with a white V neck shirt, and some skinny jeans and boots.

I put on a bit of makeup and walked into the kitchen, doing a spin to show Denis.

"Do I look okay?" I asked nervously.

"Yes you look beautiful. Why are you so nervous?" He asked.

"Because it's your family. What if they don't like me?"

"They will love you. It's impossible not to love you." He kissed the tip of my nose.

The doorbell rang, pulling us apart.

"That must be them." He smiled, walking towards the door.

I followed closely and stood to his side as he opened the door.

A little boy who looked to be around five or six years old immediately ran and hugged Denis's legs.

"Uncle Denis!" The boy smiled up at him excitedly.