You pose on the red carpet and smile for the cameras. You pick up the skirt of your long lavender colored lace off-the-shoulder gown. You start to walk forward when you almost trip. "Oh my goodness!" A voice says, quickly grabbing your arms and up righting you. You blush and look to the voice. Orlando Bloom. Your eyes widen and your blush turns more red. "I am so sorry! It's all my fault!" He exclaims. Your eyebrows furrow. "It-it is?" You ask. "I was walking by and accidentally stepped on the train of your dress." Orlando grimaces. "Oh." You breathe. You smile at him. "It's all right. No harm done." You reply. "I could've made you fall in front of a ton of people, plus the paparazzi." He states, staring at you. You laugh, nodding. "Point taken." You say. 'I'm Orlando." He introduces, holding out his hand. You nod again, smiling. "I know. I'm Y/N." You return, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you." He replies. "Likewise." You tell him. "Would, um, would you like to be my date for the night?" Orlando asks shyly, looking away. You grin. "I'd love to." You answer. "You would?" He asks incredulously, lifting his head to stare at you. "Yeah, that'd be great." You say. Orlando smiles. "Great." He breathes. He holds out his arm and you hook yours around his, unable to keep the smile off your face.
As the night progresses, Orlando and you become very fast friends. Once the premiere ends, you find yourself heavily crushing on him. "Do you have a ride home?" Orlando asks, as you walk with him past the limos. "Um, just my limo. My driver's waiting for me." You answer. Orlando picks up your hands and turns to face you. "Why don't you tell your driver he can go home, and I'll take you home?" He asks. Your heart jumps. "Really?" You ask, trying to act nonchalant. "Yeah, of course. I had a great time today and I really don't want this night to end." Orlando laughs softly. "I'd love that, Orlando." You reply. You walk to your limo and cancel your ride home. Orlando then walks you to his black sports car. "Snazzy." You murmur, grinning. Orlando chuckles and opens up the passenger seat for you. "Thank you." You say, sliding into the seat. He walks around the car and then gets into the driver's seat. Orlando and you talk all the way until you get into your home. He parks in front of your house. Orlando sighs and looks at you. You look back at him. "Y/N, I had the greatest time tonight. It may well be the best premiere I've ever attended." He says. You smile. "It was really fun." You say. "Thank for tripping me." You add, winking. He laughs and shakes his head. "I still apologize for doing that to you." He says. "You're fine, don't worry." You reply. "Y/N?" Orlando asks. "Yes?" You say. He slowly entwines his fingers into yours. He licks his lips. "I really like you. A lot." He says. He sniffs and swallows. "I-I know this may be too fast paced for you-but I don't want to lose you." He says softly, staring at the steering wheel. "Oh, Orlando." You breathe, smiling. "I feel the exact same way." You say. "You do?" Orlando asks, looking at you in shock. You nod. "You're special. There's something about you, I just can't place it." You say. "So will you go out with me?" He asks. "I will." You whisper. Orlando kisses you softly. "Thank you." He whispers.
A year later, you're standing at an altar, saying your vows to Orlando. "I, Y/N M/N L/N, take you, Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom, to be my husband, in sickness and in health, till death separates us." You say, with tears in your eyes. Orlando sniffs. "Then it's with my greatest pleasure, I pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Bloom." The pastor says. "Orlando, you may kiss your lovely wife." He adds. Orlando grins and steps forward. He cups your face in his hands and kisses you deeply. When you both break apart, grinning, the wedding goers start cheering and applauding. "May I say that you look absolutely stunning, Mrs. Bloom?" Orlando asks. You blush and chuckle. As you walk forward, you almost trip again. "Y/N!" Orlando exclaims, catching you. You let out a breath and look at him, before laughing. "Did you step on the train of my dress again?" You say. Orlando looks at you guiltily. "Sorry!" He laughs. You wrap your arms around him, grinning. "I love you, Orlando." You whisper. "I love you too." He replies, before kissing your forehead.
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