"Last match of the season," he says, nudging you with his hip. You smile up at him, as he looks out onto the pitch as the players run past the two of you after warm-ups. "Are you ready for it?" You question, keeping your gaze still on him. He looks down at you and smiles. "I'll be right back, love. I want to have a word with the guys," he explains, stepping away from his position on the sideline to disappear into the tunnel. "Old Trafford!!" You hear coming across the loud speakers as two large screens unfold on either side of the stadium. You look up to see your boyfriend projected on the screen on both sides of you and a smile forms across you face. "Alright ladies and lads, before we get this final match of the season going, I just wanted let you in on some things," he begins, as he shows himself in the center of the pitch. Your eyes fix on him as he continues. "As you all are aware of I'm sure, I have been here for several years and my love for this club is indescribable. You all have changed my life and for that I am forever grateful. However, there is only one person here that has had the ultimate influence on my life and I would like to tell you about this person." He pauses, looking directly at you before continuing, "I met this person here, well actually over there," he tells the attentive crowd as he points over to the section where the two of you had first met. "You see I like to sit in the stands sometimes with the fans during the matches as you know and on this particular day I can say for sure that I made the life changing decision to sit in the stands." Your eyes begin to water up as he continues. "I will admit that I'm not the most approachable guy," he says, addressing the ink covering his body. "And this person made me very much aware of that on this first encounter." You can't help but chuckle as you remember turning down any hope of a conversation at your first meeting in the stands of this place that now seemed like a second home. "In fact they actually got up and left," he reveals, allowing the crowd to laugh at your actions before continuing. "But after that I knew without a doubt we were meant to be together. You should have seen their face when I showed up at the football shop where they worked at. Thanks Alexis for that," he says pointing off behind you causing you to turn around to see your best friend who had been sitting with you the first day you met Louis. She comes over with a smile and wraps her arms around you as Louis begins again. "I will admit I was in there every day trying to get them to go out with me, and I failed many times, but eventually they agreed." He pauses as he makes his way over to you, your friend removing her arms and stepping aside so he can approach only you. He stops less than a foot from you and as he kneels down in front of you, in front of everyone, he begins the most important part of his speech. "So now we're here, on this last day of the season, and you just asked me a few moments ago if I was ready, and love, let me tell you, I'm ready. I'm ready to continue spending my life with the one person I know I'm meant to be with. I'm ready for you to continue blessing my life every morning when I wake up and you're beside me. I ready to make this my life, forever. So (Y/F/N) will you make me the happiest and luckiest man in the world by allowing me to be your husband? Will you marry me?" You stare at him in shock, not expecting anything like this to come out of him, especially in this setting. Marriage was never an option. You close your eyes to try and clear your vision but opening them only reminds you of the tears you were still shedding. These silent moments of your's feel like days for Louis. He continues to look up at you with a smile, and you cannot help but smile back. Your head begins to nod as you manage to get a "Yes" through all of your emotions. The crowd, teams, coaches, and staff begin to cheer with elated happiness as Louis leaps up from his knee, latching his arms around your waist, spinning you around with excitement. His lips press emotional kisses to your's as he lets you back down to the ground. "I know we never really talked about getting married," he starts as he places the 18 carat diamond on our finger, "but I just can't go any longer without you having my last name. I need you more than you will ever know and I hope this showed you in the very least how special you are to me. I wanted everyone to know how much you mean to me." You wipe the tears from your eyes as your arms wrap around his neck. "You are my everything," you begin, your words only reaching his ear, "thank you so much for being so stubborn."
"I was never going to give up on you, or us," he reminds you before pulling back and reaching to his back pocket. You step back to wipe your eyes once more as he hands you two glossed pieces of paper. You look down, laugh, and smile. He had handed you two tickets to the night's match in the same seats the two of you had been sitting in on that first day. "I had to," he says with a smile, taking your hand as he waves to the crowed before escorting you to the tunnel to go take your seats for the match.
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Punk Louis Series
FanfictionA 22 part imagine series based where in an AU (Alternate Universe) Louis is Punk. [Original date posted: 10/30/14 - 1/18/15 Original place posted: Twitter via Twitlongers]