❝𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬❞ ━ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐍𝐄

1 | ❝𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆?❞

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄
❝Your leaving?❞

After four years of friendship, Angelica liked to think she knew Will well. She could almost always tell when Will was hiding something from her, when he was keeping a secret - she knew about every 'surprise' birthday, every valentines dinner and Christmas present. With over 10 million subscribers between them, the couple seemed almost perfect.

Angelica's 'King Shit' podcast was making her money, lots of it and Will's latest merchandise drop was nothing less then extraordinary. The couple didn't flinch at the price tag of a fancy holiday to the south of France, they paid for the villa, the flights for all all fourteen guests, including themselves. A trip to France, Angelica felt like she deserved it, she'd been working long, hard hours to get to where she was.

The villa was surrounded by nature and beauty, but partying was something that came second nature to the wild group of friends. Angelica didn't bat an eyelid when Will suggested they threw one, instead she offered him cash to buy supplies, which he denied instantly with a roll of his eyes. Whilst Will brought supplies, decorated the villa- Angelica, Talia and Freya spent the day eating brunch and doing light shopping.

Angelica didn't expect the villa to be covered in Silver and Black confetti, balloons and many bottles of champagne, she raised her eyebrows at Will, he shrugged his shoulders in response, "When in France, right?"

Talia encouraged Angelica to wear the tiniest white cocktail dress, with matching Louis Vuitton heels. Her chocolate stained hair falling down her back in loose curls. The Youtuber had made her way through the lounge, a flute of champagne permanently in her hand - unless Harry had talked her into shots of Jäger with him and Ethan.

Angelica spent the first hour or so dancing with Talia, Freya and anyone who asked, Alex joined in at one stage, his drunken arms falling over Angelica was enough to make Will stand and take his place. The brunette couldn't why Will looked so flustered, scratching at his neck and hands, downing vodka like apple juice.

Will handed his girlfriend another glass of champagne, which she gulped down almost immediately, giggles fell from her lips, "Come on! We need to dance" She ordered, pulling him by his hands.

He watched Angelica as she twirled herself under his arms, she leaned against him, music blaring in their ears, all nervousness fell from him, "I love you" Will muttered, as he pressed a kiss against her head.

Angelica's brows furrowed, Will never spoke those three words unless it was serious, unless someone died or someone was trying to 'cancel' them. It was always, 'Forever, Angel', he never spoke those three words. Her hand fell from his, "Why so serious?" she questioned.

Her cheeks were now stained a deep red, her breaths shallow. Blue eyes stared down at Will, as he knelt, taking one knee. The music stopped, as Angelica's grip on her glass tightened. She shook her head lightly, she could feel the gaze of their friends on her, all waiting for Will to ask the question and for Angelica to scream 'Yes!'.

"Angel, baby, I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about this everyday for the last year, Sloth is a terrible last name, so, love, I thought maybe you'd want mine?" Will cleared his throat, "Angelica Kingsley Sloth, will you marry me?"

Marriage. Angelica had never thought about marriage, she was twenty-two, a Youtuber from a small town in Devon. She had just made it big in London, in Youtube, marriage wasn't on her mind, alcohol was on her mind.

She couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the bright flickering lights, the flashing of cameras but for whatever reason her mouth felt dry and her head-heavy. She couldn't form words and if she was honest, she didn't want too. Their friends waited in silence ready to set off confetti cannons and cheer.