𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘭✔

37. Give me five minutes you idiot!

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⭒ Charlie really wasn't one for romantics. 

He wouldn't say that he wasn't romantic, he hoped he was, but his romantic actions stopped at gift-giving. He was honestly rubbish at everything else; he truly was lucky that his girlfriend completed him in that sense.

Lia was probably the easiest person in the world to make happy, and it helped that he knew her like the back of his hand. He knew her habits and her interests and somehow remembered everything she had ever said to him. It's like his brain was hard-wired to remember everything about her.

Charlie remembered an off-handed comment she made on their second anniversary just a few months ago when she had shown him some over-the-top engagement video. She had looked at him seriously after watching the video and told him if he ever thought about proposing to her that way she would run herself over with her car. And she loved that car. 

He had told her he would never do that. He would have but now he would never. He had decided to ask her how she would like to be proposed to.

"If I told you, then you would do exactly what I want," Daniella muttered as she focused on piping her cake. She finished the row and stretched her back, letting out a small groan. "I want it to be intimate. It's our relationship; there really isn't a need for anyone else to be there. Whatever you do will be fine, Ray."

It wasn't fine. It honestly wasn't.

Lia would be back at any moment; she had been out all day busy with her schedules, and nothing was ready. Charlie stood by the entry hallway of the small loft they were staying in while they were in Paris and glared at the room in front of him. Stupid room, stupid decorations, stupid candles. Somewhere between glaring at the room, muttering about how stupid everything was and trying to figure out what was missing, Lia had arrived.

Sora really didn't know what to make of the sight in front of her. 

Candlelight flickered, painting the room in soft hues of yellow and orange. The table in the corner of the room was filled with an assortment of her favourite foods, all plated up and pretty. The TV was playing some soft song she couldn't recognise because the volume was too low. What really stumped her was her boyfriend.

He was standing in the hallway in front of her, hands crossed across his chest and he mumbled incoherent words under his breath. He was so focused on glaring at the pretty room in front of them that he hadn't even heard her come in. 

She takes her shoes off slowly, her feet starting to ache after being in heels and walking on the parisian cobblestone all day. She silently made her way to him and stood on her tiptoes, looking at the room in front of her from over his shoulder for a moment before plopping back down.

"You forgot the drinks."

Charlie tensed as his gaze locked on the table and his hand hit his forehead. "I forgot the drinks."

Charlie rushed forward, opening the fridge and rummaging through it for a moment before finding what he was looking for and letting a satisfied grin grow on his face. He walked into the kitchen, grabbing two cups before walking back to the table and setting it up.

He took a step back and gave a small nod before he let his eyes scan the rest of the room. "Something else is off."

Sora furrowed her eyebrows and looked around the room again. A lightbulb went off in her mind and her eyes sparked with growing amusement. "You forgot the flowers."