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Proposal. ~Lashton~

Luke.
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Firmly stuck in a strop, I thrusted my keys into the keyhole, only to find the door was already open. Knowing this, I tried to pull them away, but only ended up dropping them to the ground with a clash. I wanted to scream and pull all of my hair out. This was the last straw to an awful day.
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When I finally did make it into my house, storming in, my hair a mess and steam probably propelling out of my ears, I threw everything off to the side, deciding I'd tidy it later.
"Is that you, (Y/N)?" Luke called from what sounded to be the kitchen.
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"Yeah." I answered shortly, not in the mood for anyone or anything.
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I was about to make my way up the stairs to shower away the stress, and the rain that had matted my hair and drenched my clothes. But he continued to talk.
"How was your day?"
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I rolled my eyes. Dammit. Now I'd have to postpone, yet again, the only thing I had wanted all day.
"No." I grumbled. "It was awful." I began to make my way into the kitchen. "My car broke down on the way to work and I forgot to eat breakfast, and then my boss gave me a ton of extra work, so I didn't get lunch either, and then I lost all my files and-"
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I trailed off when I saw Luke sweating away over the hob. He looked extremely flustered with all sorts of pans and spoons surrounding him. I chuckled internally.
Luke never cooked. And there was a reason. To put it nicely, he sucked. Bad.
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"Luke . . ." I smiled, suddenly forgetting everything I was so stressed about only moments ago.
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He turned around in an instant, not knowing I had come in to the same room. He sported a huge goofy grin as I noticed the two tea towels dangling from his belt, and some sort of red sauce splashed up his shirt. "I'm really sorry you had a bad day, baby." He pouted, leaving the mess for a moment to come and give me a quick kiss. "If it helps, I made us dinner!" He exclaimed, clearly very proud of himself.
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I smiled wider. "Thank you, I see that." I laughed softly. "Can I see?" I asked, making my way over to where he was.
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"No!" He turned back around, gently shooing me out of our kitchen.
"It's a surprise." He teased, because we both knew exactly what it was.
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When it was finally ready, we sat down at our small table, ignoring all the destruction he had created for now.
Luke had slaved over for so long making us a fine meal of alphabet spaghetti shapes, mashed potato and sausages. "Wow, Lukey." I grinned as he brought the plates over. "I'm impressed. Thank you so much, this has made my bad day good." I complemented him, suddenly remembering that I was starving.
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He put his plate down first, followed by my own. This was the only thing Luke knew how to make, and he rarely ever made it, but when he did, he always made me secret messages out of the shapes. It was my favourite thing in the world. I looked down to see what the message was today, and almost dropped my fork.
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He'd carefully placed the spaghetti to ask 'Will you marry me?', right next to the sausages. I gasped, looking over to Luke to find him already on one knee, amazing ring in his hands.
"Oh my god." I whispered under my breath. Completely stunned. 
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"Will you?" He smiled nervously, more sweat pouring from his forehead now than when he was slaving over the cooker.
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I nodded frantically. "Yes!" I exclaimed, everything spinning as he slid the ring onto my finger with ease. He stood up then, kissing me dramatically and engulfing me in his strong arms.
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"I love you so much." He whispered into my ear. "It's crazy."
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I smiled to myself, squeezing him tighter. "I love you more." I assured him quietly.

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Ashton.
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"But why?" I whined, exhausted and wanting nothing more than to sleep.
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It was currently one in the morning, and Ashton wanted to take me to show me something so special that I just couldn't see it at any other time.
He stopped dragging me by the hand and turned to see me half asleep.
He smiled adoringly and crouched down just before where I was stood.
"Get on then." He offered and I lazily clambered on.
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He carried me for who knows how long as I drifted back to sleep.
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"(Y/N)? (Y/N), wake up." Ashton whispered, kissing my cheek softly.
I forced my eyes open, shocked to find myself in the empty stadium closest to our house.
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I looked around, only growing more confused as Ashton giggled at my expression. "It's okay." He promised.
"Just wait here, alright? I'll be right back." He kissed my forehead.
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I sighed, nodding my head, doing whatever it took to stay awake.
Suddenly all the lights on the main stage shine brightly as Luke appeared on stage, and then Mikey and then Cal, and last but not least, my boyfriend. They were all grinning like lunatics. I was confused and exhausted, but this woke me up a little.
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And then a beat began to play and my heart leaped with joy as I recognised the song instantly. This was my favourite song in the entire world, and the smile on Ashton's face told me he knew that. My tummy bubbled and my grin spread out wider, like soft butter. I certainly wasn't so sleepy anymore.
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I jiggled happily in the seat which Ash had lay me in, the one with a perfect view of the stage full of my closest friends. When the song finished, all the focus was suddenly on me. I couldn't understand why. I began to panic, I hadn't missed our anniversary, had I?
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"(Y/N)." Ashton's voice rumbled through the speakers. "There's something I've been wanting to ask you for quite some time now. And after a lot of planning and an awful lot of thinking I thought to myself, why not just combine the three things I love most in the entire world? Music, my brothers, and you."
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I sat up a little straighter, wondering if he could see my ambushed expression past the crazy bright stage lights.
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"Everything I love is in this room, but something's still missing." He continued, and I watched closely over all four boys to see if anyone was prepared to give me some sort of clue. Was I supposed to know what he was talking about? Was this a dream? I was certainly tired enough for this to be the case.
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"I never ever want there to be a day where I don't wake up with you in my life . . ." He shook his head, staring at me with a scary level of serious. "Ever." He repeated for emphasis. "But I also don't want to wake up another day with you as my girlfriend." My heart sank as I feared the worst.
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Was this the moment like in those sad books, the ones that make you so mad you ever got so emotionally involved, because they had a sad ending? Was this the part he told me he didn't want to loose me so instead we should be best friends?
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"What I want, is to be able to call you my wife." He concluded, dropping down to one knee as his three best friends beamed with delight.
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I found myself too stunned to move. It was as though I was genuinely stuck in this seat with some sort of super glue. Until of course, I realised I was what they were all waiting for. I scampered out of my seat and raced to the stage.
"Yes!" I was repeating over and over.
"Yes, yes, yes. I want to be your wife." I laughed as he laughed with me.
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When I finally reached him and he pushed the ring onto my finger, I swung my arms around him and kissed him with all my might. I would wake up at  2 AM every single morning if I could feel what I felt right now each time.
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He pulled away as the others cheered and clapped. "I love you, baby." He promised. "And I always will."