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He proposes

Ashton:

You walk back to your boyfriend in Walmart, seeing he picked up fifteen pumpkins.

You narrow your eyes at him. "Why do we need fifteen pumpkins? There's two of us."

He shrugs. "You can never have too many pumpkins."

-1 week later-

You went on a sleepover trip with your friends so you could see a concert.

You're returning home when you see Ashton on the porch next to the fifteen pumpkins.

They read: Will you marry me?

You excitedly unbuckle yourself, stepping out of the car and running up to your boyfriend.

"Yes!" You leap into his arms.

Luke:

"Hey babe, I got you hot chocolate," Luke stops in front of your desk in your home office.

"Thanks," you take the cup from him, setting it next to your computer.

He sits in one of the arm chairs, pretending to scroll through his phone.

You can tell he's not by the way you feel his eyes on you.

You look up from your typing. "Everything okay, babe?"

"Yeah, yeah, perfect," he replies nervously.

You drink the hot chocolate through the next our, him getting anxious more and more as you get towards the bottom.

Finally, you take the last sip and see writing scrawled on the bottom of the mug. You squint, getting out the words 'Marry me?'

You look up at Luke, your eyes wide.

He smiles nervously, pulling the box out of his pocket.

"Of course," you stand up, wrapping your arms around your new fiancé.

Michael:

You get home from work, ready to complain to your boyfriend about your horrible day. Instead of being greeted by him, you're greeted by a note.

What I love about you.

You follow the note to the next one.

Your cute laugh.

You follow the rest.

Your weird positions while you sleep.

Your beautiful hair.

Your glimmering eyes.

Your sweetness.

Your sarcasm.

Your love for superheroes.

Finally, you reach the last note that Michael's holding.

That I'll know you'll say yes when I ask you to marry me

You gasp as he pulls out a ring, grinning at you.

You give him a teary smile. "You're right."

Calum:

"It's time for the routinely two week bath!" Calum cheers.

You two had a three year old bulldog, Daisy, who you bathed every two weeks or every time she got herself into dirt (which was often).

You smile, tugging your dog towards the bathroom where your boyfriend waited.

He closes the door behind you and watches as you unclip her collar, setting it on the counter.

He looks sad all while you clean Daisy, cooing to her about how good she is.

He helps you dry her off and an hour later she's ready to have her collar be put back on.

You pick it up, seeing just one tag instead of two.

You furrow your eyebrows, reading the tag.

You gasp. "Calum."

He looks at you, smiling nervously and patting his front pocket.

His face turns into one of shock and soon he's checking all of his pockets, sheepishly tugging out a box from his back pocket.

"Yes Calum," you whisper, holding your boyfriend close.